The wedding between Martha and Zack was all over the news. It was the talk of the town. Everyone seemed to be there — rich businessmen, politicians, and even some of my old classmates who once mocked me.
I didn’t go.
Instead, I sat on the couch in my room, watching the ceremony live on TV. The camera kept flashing on my mother’s smiling face as she stood beside Zack. She looked happy — or maybe she was just pretending. I couldn’t tell anymore.
The announcer called it “the union of love and legacy.” What a joke.
I muted the TV and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Love?” I whispered to myself. “She married the man who destroyed our family. That’s not love.”
I might not remember who my father was but Zack, he would never be my father.
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