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Chapter 14 

“Tania?” I gasped, stunned. 

My daughter stood before me, wild–eyed, her 

chest rising and falling like she had just 

sprinted ten miles–rage vibrating off her in 

waves. Her fingers were still tangled in my 

hair, yanking slightly, as if she couldn’t 

believe I was real. 

“So this is where you’ve been?” she snapped, 

voice sharp like broken glass. “Here. Dressing 

1. up. Smiling. Dating someone?! While you left 

us behind? Left dad behind?” 

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I stared at her. My throat tightened. “Tania, it’s 

not what you think—” 

“Don’t,” she spat. “Don’t try to play innocent. 

Aunt Donna was right. You were cheating on 

Dad. You’re a liar. A fake. A bitch!” 

The word sliced into me like a hot knife. My 

eyes widened, and just as she raised her 

hand again to grab my hair–I acted. 

I slapped her. 

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The sound cracked through the corridor, sharp and loud. Her head jerked to the side, and for a second–just a second–she looked like a little girl again. Shocked. Hurt. 

Confused. 

And I… I heaved. My hand trembled from what 

I’d done. 

I should’ve done it years ago. 

But I loved her too much. 

Even when she stopped loving me. 

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Even when she looked at Donna like she was 

her mother. 

I remembered the nights I stayed up sewing 

her dresses for recitals. The mornings I made 

her favorite waffles shaped like hearts. The 

way she used to cling to me and call me her 

“forever home.” We were once inseparable. 

Once. 

But then college came. 

And Donna. 

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God, it was my fault. I thought I was being 

kind–letting Donna take her to movies, to 

brunches, when I was too busy running my 

small bakery and building my little corner of 

joy. I didn’t see it happening… didn’t realize 

my own child was being pulled away from 

me, strand by strand, like thread unraveling in 

the wind. 

By the time I noticed, I was no longer “Mom.” I 

was just… Trina. And Donna? She was 

everything I had once been. 

Even Jackson stopped looking at me the 

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same way. 

“You slapped me,” Tania breathed, stepping 

back with trembling lips. 

I looked at her, eyes burning. “And how dare 

you treat me like I’m not your mother?” 

Tania’s mouth opened, but I wasn’t done. The 

dam broke. Everything inside me–all the pain 

I buried, all the love turned to rot–it came 

crashing out. 

“You don’t know what I’ve gone through,” I 

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whispered, voice cracking. “You don’t see. I 

gave up everything. I left my father, my 

inheritance, my home, because I loved your 

father. I chose him when everyone told me 

not to. And for what? For him to forget my 

birthday every year? For him to walk into a 

room and look right past me like I’m air?” 

Tears welled in my eyes, and I didn’t bother 

wiping them. 

“I sat alone at dinners. I watched Donna host 

every family party like it was her house. I 

watched you two laugh together like I never 

existed. You think I’m cold? That I left? You 

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left me first, Tania. You just didn’t bother 

packing a suitcase.” 

She stood there frozen, but I kept going, 

because if I didn’t speak now–I’d never get 

the chance. 

“No one cared when I cried. When I broke. No 

one noticed when I started disappearing 

inside myself. Not your father. Not you. I was 

invisible in my own home. Donna could do no 

wrong, right? She always brought the gifts, 

told the jokes, whispered lies into your ears 

when I wasn’t around.” 

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“She wasn’t lying!” Tania snapped. “She told 

me you were cheating. That you hurt Dad-” 

“She stole your father from me!” I shouted, 

voice echoing. “And you believed her! You 

chose her over me without asking me once 

what really happened.” 

“She’d never do that,” she hissed. 

“Then go to her,” I said coldly, voice 

trembling. “Go back to your father. Go back to 

the woman who taught you how to hate me. 

Because I’d rather be alone than live another 

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day surrounded by a family who looks at me 

like I’m nothing.” 

I turned away before she could respond, 

because I wasn’t sure what would happen if I 

saw her cry–or worse, if she didn’t. 

“I’ll tell Dad!” she shouted behind me. “He’ll 

know everything you said!” 

I didn’t stop. 

Didn’t turn back. 

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I ran. 

Out the doors. Past the hotel lobby. Into the dark night where cold air hit my lungs like a 

slap. 

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I kept running until I reached the side of the 

building, clutching a concrete pillar like it was 

the only thing holding me together. 

And then I broke. 

I crumbled to my knees, gasping, sobbing into my hands like I hadn’t allowed myself to 

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in years. Every breath hurt. Every memory 

clawed at my insides like wild animals. Why? 

Why wasn’t I enough? 

“Trina!” 

Mateo’s voice. 

Warm hands pulled me into an embrace. He 

knelt down beside me, holding me close, 

letting me collapse into his chest. 

“Shhh,” he whispered, stroking my back. “Let 

it out. I’ve got you. I’m here.” 

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I cried harder, my fingers digging into his 

coat, afraid if I let go, I’d disappear altogether. 

“They all hate me,” I choked out. “Even my 

daughter… She hates me, Mateo.” 

“No,” he said firmly. “They don’t hate you. 

They just don’t see you.” 

“I’m tired,” I whispered. “I’m so tired of proving 

myself. Of being strong. Of pretending I’m 

okay.” 

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He pulled back slightly, cupping my face. His 

eyes were soft, but serious. 

“Then don’t be alone anymore.” 

I blinked. 

“Marry me, Trina.” 

I stared at him, shocked. 

He smiled gently. “Not just for the business. 

Not for your father. For you. For us. Show 

them that you don’t need them to survive. 

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Show them you’re not broken. Let me stand 

beside you, not behind you. I swear—I will 

never hurt you.” 

His lips brushed my forehead, then my nose, 

then- 

He kissed me. 

Slow, grounding, real. 

And in that moment, for the first time in years, 

I didn’t feel invisible. 

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I felt seen. 

Wanted. 

Loved. 

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