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117. A Legacy Unraveled

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Josh POV

“So that’s why you decided to come have lunch with us today? Because you want to talk about the engagement to the Skylands’ daughter?” My father asked, his habitual scowl fixed on me, a look I’d grown up with. I’d been raised under the weight of a strict father who never left room for argument, so I was used to it by now, knew how to handle it.

“Yes, Dad. That’s exactly it,” I replied, firm.

“Bethany and I… we just don’t love each other, and it’s not going to work.”

My father sat in his usual spot at the dining table, my mother beside him. The polished mahogany table was far too long for our small family of three, making the air feel morbid, lifeless. A family that only nurtured greed for money didn’t sit around chatting about trivial things like a football game or planning a park outing together.

That’s how I’d grown up, and I knew it had left scars in me, ones that would mark me forever, not just in my behavior but in my choices. I didn’t want to be like my father, though
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