Alright, stop crying. Luckily, Lydia took her medicine in time, and she’s fine,” my father said, gently comforting her while looking at me with disdain.” Jennifer, you’ve really disappointed me.”
“Tomorrow, pack up and move out.”
“Keeping you here only brings chaos to this family.”
My stepmother’s sobs stopped instantly.
I looked at the man in front of me. Once, he was the person I was closest to in the world.
He had loved me deeply–I was his only daughter.
But then, everything changed.
It felt like I’d become the heroine of a novel who lost all her good fortune, losing everything little by little.
At first, I didn’t understand. I cried, I argued, I fought.
But now, I’ve finally woken up.
Our father–daughter bond is over.
The day I moved out of Leo’s house, my father: said to me, “Once your mother’s death anniversary passes, I’ll bring you back home.”
I didn’t answer.
er they left did I start cutting up every photo of Lucas and me, and every photo of my father and me.
Only
nly after
I shredded them all and burned the pieces.
Finally, I cut up the wedding dress I had bought three years ago.
Lucas had just confessed his feelings to me then, and I’d secretly bought the dress.
It was the dress I’d dreamed of countless times since I was a girl–the one that would make me feel like a little princess. But now, I had shredded it with my own hands.
What was left were all the gifts Lucas had given me over the past three years.
There were quirky, fun little trinkets and also some expensive jewelry.
I picked out the valuable ones, planning to have my best friend hold onto them. After I left New York, she could return them to Lucas for me. Only then would we be truly even
to throw them away.
