Part 2: He avoided my eyes.
“Dad… I didn’t invite you.”
The words hit like a blow.
“I’m your father,” I repeated, my voice shaking.
“I know,” he said. “But Marta and I decided this wedding is just for family. And… you’re not part of it anymore.”
My chest tightened.
“What does that even mean?”
He sighed, clearly uncomfortable.
“Marta’s family is paying for almost everything. They don’t want you here.”
I reminded him of everything I had done—his education, his apartment, the money I lent him to start his business.
“I appreciate it,” he said. “But that was before. Now we have a different life. You don’t fit into it.”
“You don’t fit.”
The words echoed in my mind.
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