I Married a Janitor to Spite My Wealthy Dad — When My Dad Came to Speak with My Husband, He Fell to His Knees at His Words
As Andrew took my father’s hand, years of silence and bitterness melted away. Their lives had been shaped by mistakes, but in that moment of reconciliation, there was a glimmer of peace. Ethan’s hand slipped into mine, and we stood together, watching the two men find common ground. It was surreal to see my father,…