His voice shook with fear as his legs gave way, sending him to his knees, bowing his head repeatedly.
"I didn't mean any harm. Jessica is my wife. I just wanted to bring her home. I'm sorry, Mr. Scott. She never mentioned having a family."
Ryan looked like a wretched, groveling dog.
My father, furious, kicked him hard again.
"Bring Jessica home? Just to torture her until she wishes she were dead? Let me tell you, bankrupting you is letting you off easy. I wish I could cut you into a thousand pieces and make you suffer exactly what my daughter went through."
I patted my father's back to calm him down.
Ryan, eyes red and swollen, crawled toward me on his hands and knees, pleading.
"Jessica, this time I really want to treat you right! I let money blind me before. I was so cruel to you.
