Then he did what he had never done before. “Dad,” he said, looking at Raymond.

Disgust rolled through me. In three years, he never asked about my father, and now he dared to call him Dad.

Raymond raised a hand to stop him. “Mr. Conway, do not rewrite our relationship,” my father said. “I didn’t come here to acknowledge you as my son-in-law.”

Spencer turned pale. “Mr. Harrell, I didn’t know,” he stammered.

“Didn’t you know what?” my father interrupted. “That my daughter had a last name? That she had dignity? Or that a woman who is humiliated in private can have a family capable of defending her in public?”