Living Like a Queen! You’ve Snagged a Wealthy Gentleman Abroad and Are Now Reveling in Luxury!

I only ever knew my parents from a few faded photos in an old album. See, my mum died when I was born, and my dad just couldnt handle it after losing the love of his life he wouldnt even look at me. He gave up his rights as a parent. My grandad was the one who came to the hospital and took me home. He became my family.
My grandad couldnt quit his job, obviously, so he hired a lovely nanny to look after me until he got back from work each day. Things got easier after I started nursery. Time just flew by. Honestly, my grandad and I always got on so well never any shouting or big rows, not even during my mad teenage years. We always managed to find some middle ground. I am still so grateful for him every single day. I sometimes shudder to think what wouldve happened to me without him.
Because of that, I always tried to show my appreciation helped around the house, minded my manners, and did my best at school. Grandad was properly proud that I was always being sent off to compete in academic contests and school sports days.
He also gave me a leg up with choosing my career. Id always had a fascination with biology but wasnt quite sure which way to go. Grandad introduced me to one of his old mates, a top-notch doctor. After a long chat with him, something just clicked and I knew thats exactly what I wanted.
Through my university years, my nose was buried in books. I interned at one of the leading hospitals in London. It was tough at times and I had my wobbles, but in the end, I made it I qualified as a neurosurgeon!
Right after my studies, I got a call from the director of one of Londons prestigious private hospitals he offered me a job on the spot. It wouldve been mental to turn it down. Thats when the real grind began: endless shifts, loads of surgeries and honestly, Im a bit chuffed that I didnt have a single failed one. After a year, I was doing lectures and even the other consultants were coming to listen. Three years later, my name became known internationally, and honestly, grandad and I werent shocked at all when I got a job offer from a top hospital overseas, in America. We had a think and decided, why not give it a go?
So we packed up and moved abroad. Grandad didnt last too long, bless him he missed home too much and decided to go back to England after a while. Id have gone with him, honestly, but then I met someone here. I met Theo hes a surgeon as well, working at another hospital in the city. At first, we were just mates, then a few dates, and eventually moved in together.
When we decided to get married, I was adamant about having our wedding back in England because I needed my grandad to walk me down the aisle. I begged him to come, but he flat-out refused, said his days were numbered and he wants to be buried in his homeland.
One day, when Theo and I were at grandads, playing board games all afternoon, I got a phone call from my dad. Out of nowhere. He started the conversation congratulating me on the wedding, but I wasnt having any of it, so I asked straight out what he wanted. He replied, I want money, darling! Youre living the high life now. Youve landed yourself a wealthy husband abroad and youre rolling in it! So whats it to you to give your dad a bit, eh?
Honestly, I couldnt listen to another word, so I hung up and blocked his number.
Ill never understand how he even had the cheek to ring and call himself family, after giving me up like that.
Ive got two people I call family, and theres nothing I wouldnt do for them but my father? He means absolutely nothing to me.