My Father Refused to Dance with Me at My Own Wedding — All to Please His New Wife. He Smirked, Thinking He’d Won… Until a Stranger at Table 3 Stood Up. When the lights dimmed, the DJ’s voice echoed across the ballroom: “And now, a beautiful moment — the father-daughter dance.” My heart pounded as I looked toward my father — Mark. He didn’t move. He sat there, fingers tightly laced with his new wife, Denise. She leaned toward him, whispering something that made his jaw clench. Then, with a small,

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