My wife left me with our six daughters for a rich man—fifteen years later, she showed up at our oldest daughter’s wedding, and what happened next stunned everyone.

“She wrote me two weeks ago.”

I took it.

Maya had told Adele I was bitter. That I’d made things hard. That I kept the girls close just to punish her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted to see what she’d do first.”

“She wrote me two weeks ago.”

“And now?”

“Now I know.”

Jerome, Adele’s fiancé, stepped into the kitchen with seating cards in hand and stopped when he saw our faces.

“Bad time?”

Adele looked at him. “My mother texted Dad.”

Jerome set the cards down. “She’s coming?”

“My mother texted Dad.”

“With Harry,” Adele said. “And I need the box.”

I looked at him. “Don’t get dragged into this.”

“I’m marrying into this family in three days,” he said. “I think the dragging already happened.”

Adele touched my arm. “Please, Dad. Let me handle it.”