My parents said my fiancée wasn’t good enough for me—until our wedding day, when the truth left them begging for forgiveness.

trying to poison yet another room.

“It is a happy ending,” I said. “You’re just not the heroes of it.”

My mother’s voice joined the call.

“You’ll regret choosing her over your family.”

“No,” I said. “I regret how long I let my parents hurt her. Right now, Emily is the only one acting like family.”

Silence.

Then Dad: “Then we have nothing else to say.”

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