My Father Poured Wine on Me at My Sister’s Wedding to Humiliate Me — He Had No Idea Who My Husband Was

“Do what?” “Play the miserable victim.” And before I could move, he tipped his arm forward, casually, and poured the entire glass of red wine down the front of my gown.

A collective gasp broke across the surrounding tables.

He set the empty glass on a linen table and offered a cold smile.

“Now you actually have a reason to throw a drama fit.” I looked down at the dark stain spreading across the silk.

Then I looked into his eyes.

And I reached into my clutch, and pulled out my phone, and tapped a single contact.

“Where are you?” “Walking through the lobby right now,” said Rafael’s voice.