should have.
That evening, my father gave me a choice.
“If you marry that woman, don’t ever come back to this house.”
Emily’s eyes filled with tears.
“You don’t have to lose your family because of me,” she whispered.
But I took her hand.
“I’m choosing you.”
And we walked out together.
For years, my parents barely spoke to us.
They skipped our wedding.
They never apologized.
And although Emily rarely mentioned that night, I knew she had never forgotten the humiliation.
Then life changed.
Emily and I built a comfortable life from almost nothing, while my father’s business slowly collapsed.
Then he became seriously ill.
Medical bills drained their savings.
Their friends disappeared.
And eventually, they were even in danger of losing the house where they had once told me I was no longer welcome.
Then, one rainy evening, someone knocked