Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

covered her mouth.

Ashley’s smile disappeared, but only briefly.

Daniel pointed at me.

“Apologize to her. Give her the car. Now.”

My cheek burned and my ears rang.

But what hurt most was how easily he said those words, as though humiliating his wife in front of ten relatives was simply another family decision he expected me to obey.

I looked at Ashley.

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