After My Divorce, My Ex Laughed Outside Court Then I Called My Dad and Fired Every Relative He Planted in Our Company

over her father’s patience.

My thumb hovered over the call button.

Then I pressed it.

Three rings. Then a cough came through the line, deep and familiar and older than I remembered.

“Eleanor?”

Just my name. Just his voice.

And the wall I’d spent three years building inside myself cracked straight down the middle.

“Dad,” I whispered. “I was wrong.”

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