Bethany POV
I stayed the night with my Dad. It was a great night. We talked till nearly midnight about Mum and Cynthia and life in general. He told me he had suspected Bret and Cynthia but never had proof, so he kept quiet and now regrets not at least getting a PI to follow them around when they went abroad. I kept telling my Dad that he could not keep feeling guilty over the past, and it took a lot of convincing for him to accept that I did not hold any grudges and that what had happened was over with, and we needed to move on forward. I hope that Dad does not become jaded over it and that he will give up on all women. They are not all bad, just a few that are never happy no matter what they get; they will always want more, and a few men I know are like that too, so we cannot judge them
