My mother shut that down immediately. "Not a chance!"
"I saw her two days ago in the courtyard doing her line dancing. Two solid hours without breaking a sweat. That woman is healthier than an ox. Heart disease? Please."
"And Brad Delgado—when he married you, he knelt on those front steps until his forehead bled, swearing he'd treat you right. Now he has the nerve to gang up with his mother and pull something like this?"
My mother was furious.
But what I felt more than anger was confusion.
Because my father was right.
All these years, Brad had been nothing but good to me.
He was young, successful, and devastatingly handsome. There was never a shortage of women throwing themselves at him.
Even his boss's daughter had gone out of her way to pursue him, openly declaring that if Brad would be with her, the entire company could bear his name.
Brad hadn't so much as flinched.
He'd turned her down flat, offending her so badly that he'd nearly been blacklisted from the entire industry.
Even then, he never wavered. He looked me in the eyes and said:
"I can lose everything in this world. The one thing I can't lose is you."