My Fiancé's Father Wants Me
Laughing, relaxed, leaning in closer than he ever had with me, his hand resting somewhere that wasn’t ambiguous enough to be dismissed as casual.
They looked comfortable together.
Easy.
Like whatever they had wasn’t new.
Like it had history.
I tapped through the rest of her highlights, my chest tightening slightly with each clip, each image that painted a picture far clearer than anything he had ever said to me.
“Oh my God,” Lila breathed beside me, her tone shifting into something sharper as she leaned closer. “I actually hate men.”
Kesha let out a quiet scoff, shaking her head as she took in the screen. “So let me get this straight, he’s calling you, acting like the perfect future husband,
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