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You Never Heard Me Chapter 8
A week later, my assistant delivered an interstate package to my office.I sliced it open with a letter opener.On top: a signed Parental Rights Termination Agreement.Two red thumbprints at the bottom.Their acknowledgment that they'd lost me for good.I set it aside and looked deeper.Second layer: the deed to the New York apartment—already transferred into my name.Beneath it, a bank statement showing the account they'd set up for me. Every monthly repayment I'd sent them, untouched. Plus the proceeds from selling the old house—over three million dollars in total.And at the very bottom—a pile of cheap plastic toys. A doll. A dress. A comic book.Things I'd begged my mother for at seven years old, standing outside a store window.All I got back then was a scolding. She said they were vulgar, beneath my taste. Made me stand in the corner all night.At the bottom of the box: a letter from my father.Scrawled, tear-stained:Seraphina—I'm sorry.I spent my whole life chasing this hollo
You Never Heard Me Chapter 7
A year later. New York.The sunset bled gold across the skyscrapers. I clicked down the stairs in my heels, surrounded by a cluster of assistants.In that one year, I'd carved through the investment division like a blade—three billion-dollar M&A deals in a row.I'd shot up to become the youngest senior partner in the firm.Here, I didn't need to read sheet music.My performance reviews were my medals."Director, the car's ready. Everyone's waiting for you at the hotel for the celebratory dinner."My assistant held the door open."Mm. Let's go."I was about to step toward the car—when I spotted two figures shivering by the entrance.My father. My mother.Just a year apart, and they looked twenty years older. My father's hair had gone gray, his back hunched. My mother's eyes were lined with exhaustion.They saw me, fidgeted with their hands, and shuffled forward."Seraphina..." My mother's voice was syrupy with appeasement.I stopped. Nothing moved inside me."Can I help you?" My tone wa
You Never Heard Me Chapter 6
The shattering sound of a wine glass hitting the floor made my mother freeze mid-step as she came downstairs."Have you lost your mind?! You yelled at Ella—over her?!"She rushed over to shield Ella.My father pointed at the cost statement on the coffee table, his voice hoarse."Go read that. Go on. We just drove a genius out of this house."My mother refused to believe it.She was convinced that Seraphina—that calculating little thing—would never give up anything for the family without holding something back. Must have stashed away plenty of private money. Sneaking off to enjoy herself while playing the victim.She turned and walked into my dim little room, determined to find proof of my selfishness.While rummaging through a cardboard box under the bed, she found an old phone.No passcode.She turned it on and opened the photo gallery, then the social apps.Photo after photo of me working my part-time jobs. The latest one was timestamped 4:00 AM.In the files, she found a hidden chat
You Never Heard Me Chapter 5
A month later.My parents pushed open the front door, lugging bags and boxes of souvenirs."Seraphina! Get out here and carry this luggage upstairs! Careful—don't bump the instruments!"My mother barked orders from the doorway, same as always.The house was silent.Only the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room ticked away."That useless girl—still out working?"My father slipped into his slippers and walked straight into the living room.His gaze froze.He saw a single envelope resting on the piano.He walked over and picked it up. Inside—a bank card.Attached was a handwritten note:This card contains $5,000. I will transfer $5,000 every month until the total reaches $120,000—every cent this family ever spent on me, repaid in full.Do not contact me. Do not look for me.— S.My father's hand trembled as he read the note.He flipped to the next page beneath it—a printout.At the top, in bold: COST SETTLEMENT STATEMENT.[2019: Ella's custom piano bench – $8,000. Seraphina'
You Never Heard Me Chapter 4
After Ella left, I leaned against the sink, and the memories came flooding back.But there was nothing left in me—no ache, no sting.Because I'd already made up my mind. I was done with them.A moment later, I smoothed down my clothes and walked back to the table."Seraphina, you're back."My mother glanced at me."We've already talked it over. Ella's performance was such a success. Your father and I have decided to take her to Paris for a vacation—about a month.""Oh."I answered flatly, my face blank.My father was fiddling with his phone. He slid a bill across the table toward me."This trip to Paris is going to be expensive. After all, artistic nourishment doesn't come cheap."He looked down at me from his high horse."Now that you've graduated, it's time you stepped up as the older sister. Get a job in the meantime and use the money to help with household expenses.""I already canceled your New York ticket. Money's tight right now, and the cost of living there is too high—it'd onl
You Never Heard Me Chapter 3
After I lost my shot at Harvard, I still landed a spot at a high-end business forum, thanks to my grades.Big names were attending—Forbes-listed entrepreneurs. If I could just catch their eye, even get one resume out there, I'd have a solid offer.But the school covered none of the costs.Flights, accommodation, plus the deposit—thirty thousand dollars.I'd had that saved up for a while.Four years of college: no new clothes, no makeup, even taped up my glasses when one arm broke. Wore them like that for months.I went to class during the day, worked a convenience store delivery shift at night. Penny by penny, I'd built that fund.Two weeks before the forum.My mother set down her spoon, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and looked at me."Seraphina, I saw your bank statement today. You have thirty thousand dollars saved?"I stopped mid-chew."Yes. It's from my part-time jobs. I'm going to—""Perfect timing."My father set down his glass and cut me off."Ella's hosting a solo recital at
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