Rebuilt: The Woman They Dismissed

Rebuilt: The Woman They Dismissed

Gavin

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Ten years ago, I was just the quiet girl next door, hopelessly in love with Ethan Carter. Prom night was supposed to be my moment, my chance for him to finally see me. But instead, he asked me for my car keys, not for us, but for Jessica Vance, the girl he was setting up fairy lights for. Just as I handed them over, my phone buzzed with the call that would shatter my world: my dad had a heart attack. My heart sank as I watched him kiss Jessica, under those very lights, his flimsy excuse for needing my car keys. When I desperately pleaded for them back, my world crumbling around me, he just fumbled, then admitted they were locked in Jessica's car – and she flatly refused to retrieve them. No one offered me a ride, not even a glance of pity, as I ran miles in my prom dress, missing my father' s final breaths because of their casual indifference. They reduced my raw grief, my trauma, to a mere bid for attention, laughing about the 'dramatic girl' who 'ruined the party.' It was a cold, lonely clarity: they never saw me, and they never would. Ten years later, I returned to New York not as the shy girl they discarded, but as Claire Anderson, a formidable architect. Now, he thinks he can waltz back into my life, seeking redemption for a past he barely remembers, but I' m ready to remind him exactly who he dismissed.

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Ten years ago, I was just the quiet girl next door, hopelessly in love with Ethan Carter.

Prom night was supposed to be my moment, my chance for him to finally see me.

But instead, he asked me for my car keys, not for us, but for Jessica Vance, the girl he was setting up fairy lights for.

Just as I handed them over, my phone buzzed with the call that would shatter my world: my dad had a heart attack.

My heart sank as I watched him kiss Jessica, under those very lights, his flimsy excuse for needing my car keys.

When I desperately pleaded for them back, my world crumbling around me, he just fumbled, then admitted they were locked in Jessica's car – and she flatly refused to retrieve them.

No one offered me a ride, not even a glance of pity, as I ran miles in my prom dress, missing my father' s final breaths because of their casual indifference.

They reduced my raw grief, my trauma, to a mere bid for attention, laughing about the 'dramatic girl' who 'ruined the party.'

It was a cold, lonely clarity: they never saw me, and they never would.

Ten years later, I returned to New York not as the shy girl they discarded, but as Claire Anderson, a formidable architect.

Now, he thinks he can waltz back into my life, seeking redemption for a past he barely remembers, but I' m ready to remind him exactly who he dismissed.

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