At my stepsister’s 500-guest wedding, the same family who threw me out at sixteen let me stand in the back of the ballroom like I wasn’t even blood. Until the bride stormed across the floor, m0cked my dress, s.lapp.ed me hard enough to turn heads, and called me garbage while half the room laughed.

My father followed me outside and tried to apologize by saying he had been weak and did not know how successful I had become. It was pathetic to hear him admit that he only cared about me now because of my bank account.

You were never what they said you were, he told me as he stood there looking like an old man who had lost everything. I did not answer him because there was nothing left to say to a man who had failed me when it mattered most.

Dominic came out a few minutes later and told me that he was officially calling off the wedding and ending the partnership with Tessa’s family. He told me that I was a formidable woman and that he was sorry for the pain I had endured.

I drove away from that estate and did not look back at the lights or the people who were still whispering inside. I was no longer the girl who was thrown out in the rain, and I no longer needed their love to feel whole.

THE END.