The Wrong Groom

to sit in those plastic chairs every other day. Antiseptic and old coffee and somethi

w motion. Her father in the hospital bed, smaller than she'd ever seen him, the machines beeping their steady

id. "It's just not cheap, and his insuran

vered rent and groceries. It didn't cover a six figure treatment plan for a heart condition that had a

before Augustin Caste

nown existed until that phone call, a debt apparently large enough that her father's company had been collateral against it for years without he

ent under the first time. I thought I'd pay it back before anyone noticed. I didn

how

she'd had to sit down even t

n the way only rich men's offers are simple. Forgive the debt entirely. Cover the treatment. In exchange, Augustin's son needed a wife,

king her father i

, just looked at her with the kind of gui

e the engagement was announced, at a dinner arranged specifically so the cameras could capt

ctually work out, that maybe she'd gotten lucky inside an unlucky situation. She remembered thinking, foolishly, that pe

t known there was anyone else in tha

tchen island with a cup of tea gone cold in front of h

ed with himself in the way he always did after a good meeting. He came up behind her

ere far away," he said, pour

nking abo

ng? Treatment

r hands around the cold mug. "The d

he was learning to read as careful rather than casual. "You know, I was looking over the account stateme

's ri

g made her shoulders go tight. "I just want to make sure he's actually using it for the treatment and not, I

s that you'd cover his treatment. Nothing about c

e the words underneath it land sharper instead of softer. "I'm just reminding you what this family did for

n't for

instead felt like a leash being checked for tension. "Because I need you to remember that everything you have right now, your father's life,

m lo

ainst her hand. "I just like reminding you why. People

e afternoon sun through the window doing nothing

ently, needing distance more than she needed to finish this

ck in his chair like nothing unusual had just hap

om a kitchen that suddenly felt like it was closing in around her. Her father answe

How's married li

. How was today

e, longer than it should hav

ad

hat she hadn't heard from him in months. "There's something I need to tell you. A

gh her chest. "What do you mean?

er his shoulder even though he was alone in his own home. "Come see me. Soon. There are things about Augustin Caste

u're sca

y. "I should have told you everything before the wedding. I should have told y

ething that sounded almost like a door opening somewhere in his house,

hat was

o fast, too tight. "Come se

tanding alone on the patio with her heart hammering and a singl

e years ago, and why did it sound like he was