“I’m daddy now, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. My eyes shot to my fiancé. The cockiness of this man was unbelievable. I knew deep in my heart that he wouldn’t be the husband I longed for. Still, I was hopeful for our marriage. I had to be. This was everything that I’d been taught to aspire for. As we climbed into the car, I stared at my family home. My stomach was in knots. My father’s voice was on repeat in my head. Obey your future husband. That was my task.
