George
As I read Marghie's resignation letter, a surge of anger washed over me. Regret? No, that wasn't what I felt. What I felt was a boiling resentment towards Marghie for daring to defy our family and me.
I had never been fond of her, and I didn't try to hide it. From the moment she entered our lives, doubts had crept into my mind about her true parentage. Carmina's history of infidelity had always haunted me, and Marghie's arrival had only exacerbated my suspicions.
While my relationship with Carmina was an arranged marriage lacking in passion, that wasn't an excuse for her to betray me. I had always been a faithful husband, and the fact that she had strayed in the past had left me deeply wounded. When Marghie was born, my doubts about her parentage only intensified, and it fueled a
