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son for his crying already. It was me. This section of his only daughter to get married just to redeem the name of the family. I r

sound announced my presence, and my Dad lifted his head, not even tryi

ying to comfort my father. He looked so broken, so defeated, so tired. I could se

he whole of this stuff going on?" I asked ev

as he wept his heart out, and the sight broke my heart. In all my

ned out this way," I said, trying to reassure him. "You didn't mean for things to turn out this way. Y

know I never wanted it like this right?" he said, his voice shaking. "I feel like I

t let me down, Dad," I said. "You're still the same person

the tension in his body start to ease. The cries subs

her, and I can never watch you suffer; I will help, " I sai

sed. "Vanessa, my dear?" He sn

your feet, right?" I said. "His father is willing to pay off your debts and help you get yo

You know you don't have to marry him if you don't love him. I am going to

t I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help you. You're

down his face. "I don't deserve a daught

deserve all the love in the world, Dad," I

w chapter of my life. I was going to do whatever it took to help

edding clothes once more imagining myself in them, my eyes felt heavy and I succumbed to the pressure of

than I had the night before. I still wasn't thrilled about the idea of marrying Brent, but I had decided to make the best of i

st. "Good morning, sweetie," he said, smiling at me. "How are you feeling today? You sl

p on the couch; I had the best dream of my life, if you had woken me up, I would have gottn ext

s isn't the ideal situation, but I appreciate your willingness to help me out. I will ne

deal, Dad," I said. "I just want to see you happy agai

daughter, Vanessa," he said. "I don't know what I'd

"You'll never have to find out, Dad," I said. "I'll a

his study room to do some reading. I had been avoiding social media all day, too caught up in my wolf of af

a video from Brent's bachelor party, the comments made me realize it was implicating

his hands traveling down their bodies. He was drinkin

ng a particular woman, and even giggling to it. The woman, not ashamed,

f pain wash over me. My eyes began to w

d to myself, feeling a mix of emot

or women? How could I trust him to take care of me and make me happy? How could I accept a marriage when he would feel less co

uldn't believe what I was seeing. I replayed and watched the

to marry in a day was kissing and touching other women, completely disregarding our engagement. It was as if he didn't care what this whole this was all about. He

t a wave of nausea wash over me as I remembered the

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deo, I realized that he had been so serious about it. He had been planning to ge

. I had trusted Brent completely and believed this whole marriage stuf

ce shaking with anger and sadness. "How cou