Marriage of Deceit: A Father's Return

eekly escape, a poker game with the only f

or, uncharacteristic and unw

clothes that screamed wealth but fit her poorly, her face a mask

weet girl with pigtails I remembered, but a cold stranger

wasn't sharing joy. It was a thinly veiled directive, a

She saw me as a pathetic relic, just as Sarah had poisoned her mind into believi

. The sheer audacity, the entitlement-it was all Sar

as I said it, a new thought began to form. A wedding was a