My Fiancée Married My Father, and It Broke My Heart – Until I Discovered the Sacrifice She Made for Me

Chloe disappeared through a side door without looking at anyone.

My father headed straight to the bar.

Of course he did.

I almost left then. I made it halfway across the reception hall, past the drooping roses and untouched champagne tower, before I heard his voice.

“Leaving already?”

My father headed straight to the bar.

His hand closed around my arm.

“I’ve stayed long enough,” I said. “You both had your chance to laugh at me.”