“Apart from grandmother,” I continued, turning slowly, letting my gaze pass over each member of the family seated there, “which one of you has ever truly cared for me?” No one answered. Not a single person. “I want to know,” I pressed, my voice rising slightly. “Just one of you. Tell me what you have done for me that did not come with humiliation attached to it. The only person I owe anything to,” I said, my throat tightening despite my control, “is grandmother. And I will remain grateful to her for the rest of my life.” My eyes moved back to the rest of them. “But the rest of you?” I let out a quiet, bitter breath. “Apart from pain… servitude… and mockery—what exactly have you given me?” “I told you,” Diana’s voice rang out sharply from the side, her lips curling in disdain. “She’s nothing but an ungrateful bitch.” Something inside me stilled. Then, I let out a chuckle, “Yes, I am. And that is exactly why I’m here. To take back everything that was taken from me… and set t
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