“If you go through with this, you’re no longer my daughter.”
Those were my father’s last words to me before he turned his back and walked out of my life. Three years have passed since that day, yet the sound of his voice—cold, sharp, final—still echoes in my mind as clearly as if it happened yesterday. Back then, I believed love could conquer everything.
That if I held onto what my heart told me was right, the rest would somehow fall into place. I was twenty-four, newly engaged to Leo, a man who didn’t have much but gave me everything that mattered—kindness, loyalty, and the kind of love that made me feel safe in a way money never could. My father, Howard, was a man of wealth and pride.
A self-made businessman who’d built an empire from nothing, and who reminded everyone of it every chance he got. He was the kind of man who measured success in numbers, not smiles. For him, my future had been carefully designed: marry someone from a “good” family, maintain our reputation, and live the kind of life he thought I deserved.
So, when I introduced him to Leo—a mechanic who rented a one-bedroom apartment and fixed cars for a living—he didn’t even try to hide his disgust. “Is this a joke, Lily?” he’d asked during dinner the first night they met. His tone was low, dangerous.
“You expect me to believe this man can take care of you?”
Leo’s hands tightened around his fork, but he stayed calm. “Sir, I may not be rich, but I work hard. I’ll always make sure she’s happy.”
My father scoffed.
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