respected your decision, so what are you doing here now, putting on this fake show of concern?
“And instead of blaming me for being a bad daughter, why don’t you ask yourselves if you’ve ever been good parents?”
if they had come after the wedding, I might have let it slide. But to show up in the middle of the ceremony, crying and causing a scene? All they did was turn me into a laughingstock.
My mother ignored me and turned her attention to Nathan, speaking with exaggerated sincerity.
“You’re a good young man, she said, her voice trembling. “Listen to me–Fiona isn’t the right woman for you. It’s not too late to call off the wedding.”
“She’s right, my father chimed in, eager to back her up.
“Fiona’s divorced, and she’s had an… abortion. Her body’s probably damaged–she might not even be able to have kids anymore.”
The two of them worked together, tag–teaming to tear apart the happiness I had fought so hard to build.
But they had underestimated Nathan.
He wasn’t the type of man to let anyone disrespect me.
His expression turned icy as he spoke, his voice steady and sharp
“If you don’t care about the hardships Fiona has endured, that’s one thing. But to use her past to slander her? Are your hearts made of stone?”
My parents opened their mouths to argue, but Nathan cut them off with a stern glare.
“Enough!” he snapped. “If you’re here to celebrate, take a seat and enjoy the wedding. Otherwise, I’ll have security escort you out.”
My parents fell silent immediately
They exchanged uneasy glances, shuffling awkwardly as if deciding who should speak next.
I could already guess s why they were h
here. They were carrying out Ethan’s instructions, no doubt
Sure enough, m
my mom broke the silence:
“Fiona, honey, it’s not that we’re against you getting remarried, but… have you thought about Ethan? He’s been waiting for you all these years, hoping you’d come to your senses. Your father and I have always believed you two were meant to be together.”
She sighed dramatically, then added, “You know, the original lid always fits the pot best. One day, you’ll regret not listening to us older folks.”
I almost laughed.
I knew for a fact that after Ethan married Sarab, he’d kicked my parents out of his house, leaving them to fend for themselves. Now they were crammed into a tiny, depressing apartment, living off handouts.
The only way they could get back into Ethan’s good graces was if I agreed to reconcile with him.
To them, Ethan–who had once played the role of the perfect son–in–law–was clearly the better option compared to Nathan, who they didn’t know and didn’t trust.
I didn’t waste time arguing
“You have two choices,” I said firmly. “Leave Ethan nor I will ever support you again.”
e now,
, and I’ll take care of you in your old age. Or keep making a scene, and I’ll make sure neither
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My parents stared at me, stunned,
They weren’t fools. All they wanted was to secure a comfortable retirement. If I was willing to guarantee that, why would they keep chasing after Ethan, who had already abandoned them once?
Realizing I wasn’t bluffing, they retreated to the restroom to discuss.
When they came back, they begrudgingly agreed to leave me alone. But not before drafting a contract to ensure I wouldn’t go back on my word to support them.
With that mess dealt with, the wedding finally proceeded without further interruptions.
After the honeymoon, I hired a lawyer and filed a lawsuit against Ethan.
Years ago, he had sweet–talked my parents into selling their house to fund his business, promising to take care of them in return. But once he got what he wanted, he broke that promise entirely.
I knew the case was a long shot–I probably wouldn’t win.
But I had no intention of stopping. Even if I couldn’t get justice in court, I could use public opinion to make his life miserable.
The first to crack wasn’t Ethan–it was Sarah.
She stormed into my office, furious.
