Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 59

I nod, but don’t look back at him as I climb.

When I’m alone in my room, I sit on my bed and page through the album. It’s shocking to me, how much is familiar and how much is a mystery.

I’m just a toddler in the pictures, so I guess it makes sense that I don’t remember any of it, but even at a glance I can tell how precious I was to my father on this day. He had me standing at the altar with him as he said his vows to my mother, a hand on my little shoulder as I looked out to the crowd.

Then, there’s another photo of their first dance with me crying, my arms wrapped around his leg, unwilling to let go. Both of my parents are laughing in that one, pleased, I can see, by my attachment to them- to him.

Then another, with my father feeding me a piece of wedding cake, laughing as I get icing all over my face. My heart sinks as I bear witness to the love on his face on that day, his happiness at being able to share it with the woman he loved as well as his child.

I suppose it really was a love match, then – my father and my mother. They had me first and, even though he could have just pushed her aside for someone else, he had married her, recognized me officially as his daughter.

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after picture of my

any of it –

like, just a few weeks ago, for my father to

me again – his little girl – and see that I

not my fault – I was just a little kid – but I feel absolutely rotten. I must have broken his heart into

creeks open again and I see Daniel’s dark head peak in. “Fay?” he asks, hesitating. “Are you

I say, wiping

coming to sit next to me on the

I say, gesturing towards the album. Daniel picks it

the woman

I respond, my eyes

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a kid, but…I didn’t realize I’d grown

resemble her