At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
“I know.”
“He said Corinne manipulated him.”
“Probably partly true.”
Penelope stared.
“You’re defending her?”
“No.”
“Then Dad?”
“I’m separating responsibility.”
