The Golden Boy’s Hidden Brother

Summary

The day my wife’s "Golden Boy" finally returned, I knew enough to pack my suitcase and prepare for a discreet exit.

But Savannah, Savy, pressed her hand flat onto the lid of my luggage. “Where are you going so late?”

“He’s back. It’s time I stepped aside.”

Before she could respond, my in-laws were already making their presence known.

“Nonsense!” Mr. Winston Weston, my father-in-law, grabbed the handle of my Tumi and dragged it back toward the main hall.

Mrs. Caroline Weston, my mother-in-law, clutched my arm with both hands. “Our family recognizes only one son-in-law, Dean. That’s you.”