That was the moment everything inside me broke.
I didn’t argue. Didn’t ask for answers.
I just closed the door.
And I cut them both out of my life.
Ignored every message. Every call.
But that wasn’t enough for them.
They still sent me a wedding invitation.
My father had even written a note:
Come. We’ll be waiting.
I don’t know why I went.
But I did.
And now it was over.
The ceremony ended with an awkward silence, guests quickly standing as if they couldn’t leave fast enough. Conversations started in hushed, uncomfortable tones.
Chloe slipped away without meeting anyone’s eyes.
My father? Straight to the bar.
Of course.
I was already halfway out when I heard him behind me.
“Leaving so soon?”
His hand grabbed my arm.
“I’ve seen enough,” I said coldly. “You’ve both had your fun.”
He leaned closer, breath heavy. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“What she did for you.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed harshly. “She married me to save you, you idiot.”
