“Hello, Rick,” he said, voice sharp. “You want to tell everyone why you’re really here?”
Rick stammered, “I—I came for her. She’s my daughter.”
“No,” my father-in-law replied. “You came here for me. You thought crashing this wedding would make you look like a family man. You failed.”
I stepped forward, voice trembling at first, then strong:
“You weren’t there for my birthdays, my graduations, my heartbreaks. You don’t get this moment. You aren’t my dad.”
The church erupted in applause. Dan squeezed my hand, whispering, “That’s my girl.” Rick stormed out, humiliated.
The music swelled again. I walked the rest of the aisle with Dan, hand in hand, toward my husband. Laughter, joy, and love filled the room. Fatherhood isn’t about blood—it’s about presence, loyalty, and love. And on my wedding day, I knew exactly who my real dad was.
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