When My Boyfriend’s Father Called Me “Street Garbage,” I Didn’t Argue — I Simply Changed the Future of His Son

your fault.”

“I’ll talk to him, make him apologize.”

“No.” I tucked a strand of his dark hair behind his ear. “No more apologizing for him, no more making excuses. He said what he’s been thinking for the past year. At least now we know where we stand.”

“Zafira, please don’t let him ruin us.”

I kissed his forehead. “He can’t ruin what’s real, Quinn. I’ll continue reading …