Then he stepped closer.
“And I told her,”
he added, voice lower now,
“This man is not perfect for you.”
My breath caught.
“I told her,”
he continued,
“One day he will show his real face.”
Silence.
My eyes filled with tears.
“Dad,”
I whispered,
“I understand now.”
Not from pain, from truth.
My father turned back to them, his expression completely cold now.
“What you did today,”
he said slowly,
“you will answer for it.”
The room felt suffocating.
He looked directly at my husband.
“Tomorrow,”
he said,
“I want your resignation on my desk.”