My Fiancée’s Daughter Tried To Ruin Our Wedding-But She Didn’t Expect To Regret It Moments Later

throat moved again. “He meant it.”

“I know,” I repeated, softer.

Laura swallowed. “I’m not ready to… be fine,” she admitted, eyes still not meeting mine. “But I don’t want him to stop talking to me.”

“He won’t,” I said. “Not if you stop trying to hurt me.”

She flinched at that—because she understood I wasn’t guessing.

Her fingers tightened around a napkin.continue reading …