My dad’s face turned a deep, mortified red, but he didn’t speak. Not a single word.
I didn’t say anything either and we haven’t spoken since.
A few weeks later, I sent him a single photo — me and my husband dancing beneath soft lights, his arms around me like I was something precious.
As for Elaine?
Well, I heard she found someone else. And when the money dried up, so did her affection.
She was gone within the month. I heard she’s “finding herself” somewhere in Florida.
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Funny how people who fight so hard to be included… disappear when there’s nothing left to take.
And my husband?
He held me one evening, looked into my eyes, and said, “You’ll never have to ask someone to choose you again.”
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