My Funeral, His Destruction Stage

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slap our daughter across the face because she refused

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sand pieces. I just didn' t know it yet. There was a dull throb behind my eyes, a

r. I had sent him a text hours ago, a simple reques

oned mine to anyone, not even to myself. It had been years since I expected any acknowledgment, any small

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o the window, her tiny face pressed against the glass, eyes

" I' d say, my voice light, a lie

id this. Pushed the boundaries, broke the promises, then offered some flimsy excuse. But toda

me as an inconvenience, a silent partner in a life he was actively trying to erase? I had dedicated years to buildi

e wanted me gone. He wanted me replaced. The thou

w existence. She deserved a father who showed up, who loved her unconditionally. M

Her lower lip trembled. The princess gown suddenly seemed to

have cake, and presents, and all your friends!" I forced a cheerful ton

e front door

!" She launched herself across the

something I dared to call ho

h a forced smile, clutching the hand of a girl, no older than Daisy, who looked... ex

, you must be Adelle. Carter' s... housekeeper?" Her eyes raked o

icker of annoyance in his eyes. "Adelle is... the mother of my child," he sa

ical blow, each syllable a shard of ice splintering in my chest. I had given him everything – my youth,

ding mine, squeezing tight. Her eyes, wide and innocent, darted betwee

ul into his architectural firm, letting him take all the credit, convinced that our love was c

e pain was still there, a searing burn, but it was o

rembled. "Perhaps you could pay your housekeeper, then. For years

ace tightening. "Adelle, do

my birthday, after all. And my daughter' s. Don' t you think I deserve a little something extra for the

, peeling off a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills. He practically threw them at me.

here I thought I was asking for something more... substantial. Somet

r, who is this woman? And why is she making such a scene?" She glared a

e Moon Preston. This is my home. And you, Fernanda Sharpe, are nothing but

tle girl clutched Fernanda' s leg,

lle, that' s enough!" he roared,

say it' s enough, Carter. You can have your little mistress, you can have your lit