Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

elbows on the table, trying to regain his position of authority over his children.

“You will respect your father, Jake, or you can leave this table right now,” Damon said, his sharp teeth clicking.

“I paid for this dinner, Dad,” Jake said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I booked the table, and I bought the wine.”

The silence that followed continue reading …