My Father Demanded I Return the Wedding Gift He Gave Me – His Reason Shocked Me

When Irene’s father demanded she return his wedding gift, she was stunned. The shocking reason behind his request was more devastating than she could have imagined, revealing a crushing truth that forced Irene to make a heart-wrenching choice.

I’m Irene, 30, and I’m in a situation I never thought I’d face. My father demanded I return the wedding gift he gave me, and the reason behind it has shaken me to my core.

Dad and I have always had a strained relationship due to his focus on his career and new family. Despite this, he gave me a down payment for a house as a wedding gift, which meant the world to me and my husband, Chris.

Out of the blue, Dad texted me demanding the money back because he felt slighted by our low-key wedding. The gift was never about love—it was about his image. Heartbroken, I returned the money and cut ties with him.

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