The Billionaire Impotent son-in-law

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ALINE

BY THE TIME I ARRIVED AT THE CAFÉ GRATITUDE, THE CRACKERS I’D

eaten at Martina’s had calmed my stomach enough that the absolutely amazing smells made me hungry rather than nauseous, for which I was grateful. If I could eat and didn’t have to excuse myself to the restroom to throw up, my parents would think everything was okay.

I’d actually arrived before them, which I thought would set a good tone, but I waited for them rather than choosing a table. Part of what I wanted to show them today was that we could have an adult relationship where we all respected each other and interacted with the same sort of politeness and consideration we would grant to any other ‘grown-up.’ Part of that, in my mind, was getting their opinion on where we should sit rather than choosing for them, especially since I was unsure if they would’ve done the same for me.

I had to admit, I felt some satisfaction when I saw the surprise on their faces when they came inside and saw me.

“Do we want