Amon's Pov
The words hung in the air, heavy with disbelief and confusion. Was I hearing my dad correctly? Surely, it couldn't be what I thought.
"I want to marry Wendy," he declared, his voice cutting through the tension with a stern edge, his gaze locking onto mine.
My mind reeled. "Dad, what are you saying? This doesn't make sense," I protested, struggling to comprehend. "She's your best friend's wife. Marrying her is out of the question."
His expression remained resolute. "Protecting her is my priority. I made a promise to him before he passed," he explained firmly.
"But you weren't even there when he passed away," I pointed out, sensing his discomfort as his eyes momentarily shifted away, a habit of his when he was uneasy.
"I may not have been there, but it's a commitment I've al
