Kurtis’s POV
My father’s words rang in my ears like a constant, unbearable echo. I stood there, fists clenched, trying to control the fire raging inside me. It felt like every nerve in my body was on edge, ready to snap. He had no right, none at all.
"She “left” you," he repeated, his voice heavy with disdain. "On your wedding day, Kurtis. In front of everyone,:our family, our friends, important people who hold *respect* for this family."
"Don't say that!" I barked, my voice louder than I intended, causing him to pause for a second. "Even if she did, even if she left me, I still love her.”
"You let her back into the house? After everything she did to you?" My father's voice hit me again. His words dripped with contempt, each one slicing deeper than the last. I felt a surge of heat rise
