Derek, fueled by a father’s protective instinct, didn’t even bother to grab his coat. In just a tee he usually lounged in at home, he dashed out the door.

Spotting his daughter, he strode towards her with determination.

“Karen, Daddy's here.” The moment Jeffrey caught sight of Derek, his stomach twisted with anxiety.

“Dad...” “Hold on,” Derek cut him off, his voice as chilly as the winter air, as he positioned himself between Karen and Jeffrey, “What Karen just said... Is it true?” Jeffrey scrambled to clarify, “There’s a reason for it! It's not what Karen thinks!” “I'm asking you straight. Did you spend the night with another woman?” Jeffrey hesitated before replying, “Yes.” “That's all I need to know. I'm taking my daughter home.” Derek was even less willing to hear excuses than Karen was. He merely looked down at his daughter and asked, “Are those two suitcases yours?” Karen nodded, her eyes welling up, “Yeah.” “I'll grab them. You go wait in the car.” The gentle care and unconditional support from her father brought tears to Karen's eyes, tears she had been holding back until then.

and walked towards her

if he'd rather die than release her hand. “We were about to get engaged. How can you treat this like child’s play? Karen, haven't I been good to you?” “You have,” Karen admitted, “but it wasn’t a one-of-a-kind good, which is what I need.” “What do you mean not one-of-a-kind? I've never bared my soul

me with some good memories! Let's part on good terms.” Karen pushed his hand away, stepping back. “You clearly didn’t want to contact me, whatever the reason. If you wanted to, you could've made

never accept! He could have been a playboy before, juggling

had been stung, the pain so severe

Karen about the situation with the

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