From Pantry To MIT: Their Regret

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ted in a mixture of shock and sheer indignation. It wasn' t the pain in my voice that stunned him, but the audacity

cing the night. Her face was a mask of fury, her carefull

o her hysteria was stark. "And there will be no more squabbles. My purpose here was merel

pale and trembling, her eyes wide with a fear I found deeply satisfying. She should be afr

the quiet night. "I am not your daughter, nor your sister. I seek no inheritance, no financial compensation, and no claim to your name

t, a testament to the emotional baggage I was finally shedding. I didn't look back. I strode away from the opulent mansion, across the perfectly manicured lawns, and out

d in my chest. I was free, yes, but also acutely alone. All my life, I had longed for a family, for belonging. Now, I had deliberate

t, my supposed ally. He had been my anchor in the storm, the only one who seemed to understand. He was the one who hurt