All of it unsettled me, so I began documenting what I found.
It wasn’t anything dramatic, just enough to raise concern.
I had no proof, but my instincts told me Laura had a hand in it.
I didn’t bring it up to Robert — not yet.
I wasn’t going to accuse his daughter without knowing for sure.
But I was watching.
In the meantime, Laura kept trying to poison our relationship.
She’d say mean things about me around Robert, like, “She’s not worthy of you, Dad. She’ll never fill Mom’s place.”
But Robert always defended me.
I was offended and annoyed, but tried to ignore the quips.
I didn’t want to interfere in their relationship, nor did I want conflict.
Our wedding day arrived under a crisp blue sky.
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