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Chapter 2 

I barely slept that night. My bones ached, my 

eyes burned, and my back throbbed from the 

hours I’d spent in the kitchen trying to 

replicate the cake Jackson had demanded. 

I’d searched all over downtown for that 

limited–edition confection, but it was sold out 

everywhere. Every store. Every vendor. 

Nothing. 

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So I did what I hadn’t done in years–I baked 

it myself. 

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Once, long ago, I was a skilled pastry chef. I 

studied under masters. People used to wait in 

lines just to buy my cakes. I had dreams. A 

future. Then I gave it all up. Because Jackson 

said staying home would be better for us. 

That we’d save money. That he’d take care of 

1. me. I believed him. 

And now I was exhausted, standing in the 

cold morning light of my kitchen, the cake 

cooling on the counter, the last thing I had 

offer still intact. My stomach rumbled, but I 

ignored it. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday 

morning. 

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Just as I sank into the worn–out couch to rest, 

a sudden burning sensation hit my arm. 

Boiling hot. I screamed and jolted upright, 

clutching my skin. Milk. Scalding milk. 

I turned and saw Zane, my grandson, holding 

an overturned bottle with milk dripping from 

the rim. His small mouth twisted into a pout. 

“Feed me!” he snapped. “You’re the maid!” 

Still wincing from the burn, I tried to keep 

calm. “Zane, where’s your mom?” 

“She’s busy,” he muttered, stomping his foot. 

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“I said I want you!” 

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I sighed, biting my tongue. I was starving. Still 

tired. Still in pain. But I got up anyway and 

trudged to the kitchen. I didn’t want another 

fight. 

And that’s when I saw them. 

Jackson. Tania. Donna. Even Tania’s husband. 

All of them gathered around the table- 

laughing, eating breakfast like some perfect, happy family. Donna’s face glowed with 

makeup, her curls bouncing as she spoke. 

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She wore a pale blue designer dress | 

recognized from a high–end boutique 

downtown. 

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Donna turned to me, fake concern lacing her 

voice. “Oh, Trina, are you okay? You look 

weak. Maybe you need some rest.” 

Before I could respond, Jackson chuckled 

without looking up. “Come on, Donna, she’s 

always like that. Always looks like she’s 

dying.” 

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Donna snorted. No one else said a word in 

my defense. 

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Then Jackson asked, “By the way, where’s 

the cake I ordered? The one I got for Donna?” 

Donna blinked. “Wait–you bought a cake for 

me?” 

Jackson puffed out his chest. “Yeah. Special 

limited–edition one. Downtown. Took me two 

hours to get it.” 

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They waited for me to serve the cake, so I 

stepped forward, holding the cake I’d spent 

all night baking. My heart pounded. My arms 

trembled. 

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“I made it,” I said softly. “You said you wanted 

that cake, but I couldn’t find it–so I baked it 

myself.” 

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began walking toward the table, trying not to 

cry. Trying to hold my head high. 

But just as I reached the middle of the room, 

Donna leaned slightly from her chair–sweet 

smile still plastered on her lips–and stuck 

her foot out. 

My heel caught on it. I stumbled. The cake 

flew from my hands. 

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Time slowed. I watched, helpless, as the cake 

spun mid–air and landed face–first on 

Donna’s expensive designer dress. 

Gasps filled the room. 

Donna shrieked. “My dress!” 

Jackson jumped up from his seat and 

stormed toward me. “What the hell did you 

do?!” 

Before I could explain, he grabbed a fistful of 

my hair and yanked it back. My scalp burned. 

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“This dress costs more than your entire 

wardrobe!” he barked. “You can’t even walk 

properly now? You’re clumsy, useless, and 

pathetic!” 

“I didn’t mean to—” 

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“SHUT UP!” he roared. “Can you even pay for 

this? Of course not. You can’t even take care 

of yourself. You’re just wasting food now?!” 

I stared at him, stunned. Donna pretended to 

reach for him. “It’s okay, Jackson. She must 

have slipped.” 

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“I don’t care! She’s so careless because she 

doesn’t know how to earn money like us!” 

Jackson pointed to the floor. “Eat it.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

“Eat the damn cake off the floor,” he said. “Or 

what–should we waste more money 

because of you? Don’t forget that you don’t 

contribute even a cent here!” 

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Tania stood, arms crossed, lips curled. “This 

is why you don’t have nice things. You’re 

really pathetic, Mom. I can’t believe you gave 

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birth to me because we’re never alike. If only 

Donna was my mother.” 

Donna made a fake whimper. “No, don’t say 

that, Tania. She’s a good mother to you, and 

it’s fine. Really. We can just get another one.” 

But I could see the smirk she tried to hide as 

she leaned close to me and whispered, “Well, 

looks like no one wants you here anymore. I 

wonder why you’re still staying.” 

I clenched my first. “I’m not eating that,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. 

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Jackson rolled his eyes and pushed past me. 

“Then clean it up. And don’t let me see your face again today.” 

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“Let’s just go celebrate somewhere else,” 

Tania said as she picked up her purse. 

“Without her.‘ 

“Agreed,” Jackson muttered. “She’s not part 

of this family anyway.” 

They laughed as they walked out the door. 

I dropped to my knees, grabbing handfuls of 

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cake and frosting, trying not to let the tears 

fall–but they did. They rolled silently down 

my face and onto the linoleum floor. 

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All these years. All this time. For what? I used 

to be someone. Once. 

Before Jackson, I was Trina DeVere. Daughter 

of hotel tycoon Ricardo DeVere. The only heir 

to an empire. A girl with options. A future. And 

I gave it all up. For love. For him. 

I told my father I didn’t want money. I wanted 

a home. A family. A man who’d love me for 

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I rebelled. I left. I cut all ties. And now… I was 

nothing more than a live–in maid. A burden. A 

shadow in my own house. 

I crawled to the corner of the kitchen, pulled 

out my phone with frosting still on my fingers, 

and stared at the number I hadn’t dialed in 

twenty years. 

My chest tightened. My fingers shook. 

But I pressed call. 

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The line rang once. 

Twice. 

And then… 

“Hello?” a deep, familiar voice answered. 

My throat closed for a second. Then I 

managed to say, “Dad… it’s me. Trina. I’m 

sorry. For leaving. For hurting you. For 

everything. But… can I come home?” 

There was silence. 

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“I don’t have anything left here,” I whispered. 

“Please… just let me come home.”