Chapter 1
My sister got married at twenty and had my nephew at twenty-one. Me? Twenty-seven, still unmarried.
Over the years, I’ve brought several boyfriends home. Each time, my dad invites them into his study for a “chat.”
But every single guy who walks out of that study—guys who were all lovey-dovey with me before—suddenly gives me the cold shoulder afterward. Some even look like they literally want to strangle me.
And the latest guy? He thought my dad was a total jerk and swore he’d stand up for me. But after he stormed out the study, he dumped me on the spot, and even slapped me across the face twice.
I’m completely baffled. What’s the real reason they all leave me? What secrets in that study??
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“You are such a disgusting slut!”
“Next time I should just let your boyfriends kill you. Maybe then you’d learn your lesson!”
After my boyfriend stormed out, Dad turned on me, face twisted with rage.
Actually, I’ve dated five guys over the years. Every single relationship ended the same way—badly. And every single guy changed after visiting Dad’s study.
I’d like to believe people don’t change that quickly, but the evidence is right in front of me.
I frowned at Dad, waiting for an apology that would never come.
The look in his eyes said he’d rather tear me apart.
He seemed genuinely disappointed my boyfriend hadn’t strangled me on the spot.
Dad’s always favored my sister. When I first wanted to date as a teenager, he forced me to break up immediately. Meanwhile, my sister got married the second she turned twenty. Why the double standard?
Watching my brother-in-law move in, seeing how tenderly he treated my sister every day—I envied their happiness, their future together.
Whenever I looked their way, Dad kicked me to the ground, screaming that I should never even think about marriage.
When my sister and her husband went abroad for their honeymoon, Dad made me kneel at home as punishment for… just being me, I guessed.
He even had my sister tell me not to get married, saying I’d “ruin someone’s life.”
I’ve wondered if maybe I was adopted, but hired a private investigator who confirmed I’s definitely his biological daughter.
Totally lost, I vented online. The guesses came pouring in:
“Maybe you were born on the day of his big business deal? Cost him millions, so now he’s getting revenge.”
“Bet you look like his mistress and your mom hates you for it, so your dad also hates you.”
So I started snooping again, but Dad’s a teacher, never had any business dealings. And he’s never cheated—not once.
I just didn’t understand why he’s so determined to keep me single forever.
The irony? I’s gorgeous. I meet amazing guys constantly, but nothing ever works out.
Finally desperate, I asked my uncle to talk some sense into Dad.
“Your daughter’s found someone she loves,” Uncle told him. “Parents should support their children’s happiness, not mess up. What’s wrong with you?”
Dad said nothing. He just stared at my uncle, grabbed his hand, and led him into the study.
