He had worked with Dad before, but only because of me—Dad had thrown him a bone out of pity.
Before Dad could reply, Jonas noticed me in the back seat, dressed in my wedding gown.
In an instant, he froze, completely thrown off.
"Andy?!" he called out in disbelief.
I glanced at him but with nothing but a cold expression in my eyes.
When he finally got a good look at my face, he started trembling all over. Without thinking, he rushed to the car door, trying to pull it open.
But Dad went furious. "Jonas! What do you think you're doing, huh?" he barked.
But Jonas ignored him, staring straight at me like he was piecing something together.
"You... You're a Fitzgerald. Andy, you're Mr. Fitzgerald's daughter?"
When I nodded, his face twisted in disbelief. He shook his head violently, refusing to accept the truth.
"No. No way. How is that possible?!" he blurted out.
"I-If you're his... his daughter," he stammered, "then why the hell did you spend 10 years with me? Why go through all that suffering?"
I gave him a cold smile.
"Oh, so you do realize how much I suffered all those years."
When I first met Jonas, he had nothing. He wasn't the rising star he is today—just a broke guy trying to start a business.