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did that yourself.”
I walked into the BBQ party soaked and covered in mud, and my fiancée’s father sneered at me, “You really look like trash.” I clenched my fists, ready to turn around and leave… when the mansion doors slowly opened.
Ryan stepped beside me and took my hand. For the first time since I’d known him, he faced his father directly.
“You owe Emily an apology.”
Charles stared at his son. “You’re choosing her over your family?”
Ryan’s voice was steady. “I’m choosing decency.”
The tension was so thick I could hear the fire crackling in the grill pit.
Then Margaret continue reading …
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