At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

looked at me with something like pleading in his eyes.

Clifford, please. I made mistakes, but I really do love Avery.

I met his gaze steadily. If you loved my daughter, you never would have tried to steal her inheritance.

You never would have lied to her about me. And you sure as hell never would have hit me at her wedding.

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