“When my dad’s destroyed?” That part stung.“If I wanted him dead, he’d already be gone, Pumpkin.”It would be a slow burn, then. My pain would be my father’s pain. Gabe was using me to get to him. But so far, his plan wasn’t working. I was happy. I *liked* being married to Gabe. Which meant, sooner or later, my husband would break me to get the revenge he was so obsessed with—a revenge I didn’t even understand. This fairy tale wouldn’t last forever. To some, it might look toxic. But to me, with all the baggage I carried from my past, it was still a fairy tale.Calmly, I pulled his hand off my arm and looked him in the eye. “I get it, husband,” I said with a forced smile. “You’ll never be faithful, never love me, never respect me. This marriage won’t last ‘til death do us part. Once you decide my dad’s suffered enough, we’ll divorce, move on, find other people, and stay with them until death *does* part us. In the end… I’ll never truly be yours, Gabe.”“You’re sharper than you look, P
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