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“Enough. I know you’re trying to protect your family, but don’t use me as your puppet.”
The air froze.
Dad blinked, startled. “What are you talking about?”
Xavier’s gaze didn’t waver. “Mr. Beth, your daughter Yuri never married me. She ran away. That day, it was Layla who stood at the altar and spoke the vows.”
The words detonated like a bomb.
Dad’s face drained of color, then flushed deep red as his eyes snapped to me, searching for denial. Mom’s hand clutched his arm desperately, whispering, “Please… don’t—”