My Wife Left Me with Our 6 Daughters for Her Rich Boss – 15 Years Later, She Showed up at Our Oldest Daughter’s Wedding, but What Our Daughter Did Next Left Everyone Speechless
“I raised six girls.”
“If Maya makes a scene,” she said, “I’m walking outside before I say something I can’t take back.”
Behind her, Shannon appeared in a soft blue dress, twisting her bracelet around her wrist.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do I have to hug her?”
The room went quiet.
I put both hands on her shoulders. “No. Nobody gets a hug just because they share blood.”
“Do I have to hug her?”
Her shoulders dropped. “Okay.”
Piper kept asking if everyone had eaten, which meant she hadn’t eaten.
Then the doors opened.
I knew Maya had arrived before I saw her.
The room shifted.
Voices lowered.
Maya walked in wearing a sparkling dress that looked more suited for a gala than her daughter’s wedding. Diamonds flashed at her throat. Harry walked beside her, neat and expensive, with his family close behind.
Then the doors opened.
Maya saw Adele and opened her arms.
“My beautiful girl!”
Her voice carried across the room.
“I dreamed of this day,” Maya said, loud enough for Harry’s family to hear. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this.”
Adele smiled, but I knew that smile. It was polite, not warm.
“I’m glad you made it,” she said.
“My beautiful girl!”
Maya touched Adele’s cheek.
Then she turned to me. “Robert.”
“Maya.”
Her eyes moved over my suit. “You look tired.”
“Fifteen years of parenting will do that.”
Harry shifted behind her.
Maya’s smile tightened. “Don’t start today.”
