I Married My Father’s Best Friend—On Our Wedding Night, He Opened a Locked Door and Destroyed Everything I Thought I Knew

want this to work,” Max said.

That stung because it was true.

I held the bouquet tighter.

“I promise.”

The wedding was small, simple, and warm. Dad walked me down the aisle with tears on his face. I thought he was just happy for me.

Russell stood at the front with his hands clasped, watching me like I was something he hadn’t allowed himself to want.

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