(James's POV)
Cambridge. Europe. She can’t be serious.
“Virginia, we’re your family. You aren’t going anywhere leaving your family."
My father always said, blood is blood. And Virginia is my flesh and blood. The daughter who should have been raised in my house, spoiled by my wife, protected by my strength.
Instead, she lived twenty-three years without us, raised by people who barely cared about her, while we spoiled Scarlett with everything money could buy.
And now she wants to move across the ocean because we haven’t showered enough love on her to make her feel secure.
What kind of father am I?
Not that I love Scarlett any less. Twenty-two years of raising her, teaching her to ride bikes and helping with homework, walking her down the aisle - have made her a part of my heart.
But
