Then my father faced Ethan.
“So, you’re the man who married my daughter,” he said with open contempt. “Do you know who she is? Do you have any idea what she’s worth?”
Ethan met his eyes without hesitation.
“Yes, sir, I do,” he replied calmly. “I know she’s more than her last name, or the money attached to it.”
My father let out a mocking laugh.
“Oh, I see. You’ve got all the right lines. It’s clear you’re not in this for love, but for what you can gain.”
“Actually, sir,” Ethan answered steadily, “I don’t care about your money. Or your status. I care about Anna.”
My father’s face flushed.
“You expect me to believe that?” he snapped. “You’re just a janitor—a nobody.”
Ethan remained perfectly composed.
“I may be a janitor,” he replied, “but I know honesty. And respect. I know that Anna deserves more than being treated like a pawn.”
