My Best Friend Married My Father——Then On My Birthday, She Gave Me a Black Box and Told Me to Open It Alone

were trying to soothe a wild animal. “Please, just listen to me. We didn’t plan this. We were afraid you’d react this way, but I promise, we are doing this for you.”

I let out a harsh, jagged laugh. “For me? You’re marrying my father for me?”

“Yes,” Lydia said, her voice trembling.

“No,” I snapped, the rage finally eclipsing my grief. “You’re doing it continue reading …