I turned and saw Ulysses standing in the doorway, sharp in his suit, brows furrowed.
I couldn’t tell how much he’d heard.
Ginger immediately put on this helpless, pitiful look. “Lee, I just wanted to persuade Darcey to admit her mistake and stop being so stubborn.”
I turned to him, hopeful that he’d see through her act and understand the truth. But he just let out a sigh. “Darcey, let’s end this here.”
That sentence shattered me completely.
So, in his eyes, I really was just an ungrateful plagiarist.
“Fine. Let’s end it here.” I nodded, my voice bitter, strained. “Enjoy your meal. I’ve got things to do.”
I turned around and headed upstairs, locking myself in my room again. The moment I hit the bed, the tears came uncontrollably.
Turns out, the worst part isn’t being falsely accused. It’s not the insults from strangers online. It’s being misunderstood by the one person you trusted the most.
The one who promised to protect me—always—now chose silence.
I opened my laptop, searching for flights. The soonest, the fastest.
If there’s no place for me here, then why stay?
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Aunt Petunia.