Chapter 4- Shattered Roots
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The house was too quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that meant peace, but the kind that pressed down on my chest, heavy and suffocating, like even the walls were holding their breath. The silence was a verdict, an echo of what had just happened, and I felt it crawling under my skin like something alive
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase in front of me. It was half-packed, clothes thrown in without order, my hands trembling too much to fold them neatly. My chest still burned with Father’s words, each one like a lash against my skin.
You are no daughter of mine.
I had thought, foolishly, that no matter how harsh he was, no matter how cold, somewhere hidden deep, there was love, somewhere in him was still a father who cared. But tonight, he proved me wrong.
The phone in my hand buzzed. Daniel’s name lit up the screen. For a moment, I almost didn’t answer. But some part of me, the part still desperate, still clinging, pressed the green button.
“Daniel,” I whispered, my throat raw. “Please, listen to me. It’s not what it looked like. I swear, I was..”
His laugh cut me off, sharp and cruel. “Save it, Ella. I don’t want your pathetic excuses.”
Tears stung my eyes. “I didn’t betray you. You have to believe me..”
“Believe you?” His voice dripped venom. “You think I’d believe a cheap w***e who sneaks into hotel rooms? You disgust me.”
I flinched, gripping the phone tighter.
“I should thank you, though,” he went on, his tone twisting the knife deeper. “At least now I know what you really are. A corny, desperate little b***h. Lisa is ten times the woman you’ll ever be. Maybe she’s the one I should’ve proposed to.”
The line went dead.
For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I sat there frozen, the phone slipping from my hand, landing on the carpet with a dull thud. My vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall. My chest hurt, my pride stung, but more than that, something inside me broke.
Slowly, I stood, my legs shaking as I walked to the mirror across the room. The girl staring back at me didn’t look like me anymore. Her cheeks were pale, her eyes swollen, her lips trembling. She looked like someone lost, someone unwanted, someone broken.
“No,” I whispered. The sound was faint, but it carried. I pressed my palm against the mirror, meeting my own gaze. “Not broken, not anymore.”
I zipped up the suitcase, the sound slicing through the silence like a final verdict. My decision was made. I couldn’t stay here. Not in this house, not in this city, not in this country. If I stayed, I would die a little more each day, crushed under their cruelty.
As I hauled the bag to the door, footsteps echoed behind me. I turned, my stomach twisting when I saw them, my stepmother and Lisa, leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh, leaving already?” My stepmother’s smile was sharp, her eyes glinting. “Good. This house was never really yours anyway.”
Lisa smirked, arms folded across her chest. “Daddy finally saw you for what you are. Took him long enough.”
My throat burned. “Why?” My voice cracked as I looked at them. “Why would you do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve it?”
Lisa’s lups curled in a mockery of a smile.
“Do you really want to know why? Because you’ve always had what I wanted. Father’s attention, Daniel’s promise and even the shares your dead mother left you.While I … ” Her eyes flickered, “I was left to take the scraps”.
My stepmother’s expression hardened. “You were too blind to see it, Ella. Always walking around with that sweet little smile, as if you were better than us. As if you belonged here.” She leaned closer, her voice lowering. “But now you don’t. And those shares? They’ll be ours soon. You’ll see.”
My breath caught, horror sinking in. “Mother’s shares…? You wouldn’t..”
“We already have.” Lisa’s smile widened. “You’re too naive to know how easily papers can be signed when the right strings are pulled. You’ve lost everything, Ella. Everything.”
The words slammed into me like a blow. My suitcase nearly slipped from my hand, but I forced my grip tighter.
They thought they had won. They thought they had destroyed me.
But deep down, a spark lit in the ashes of my heart. Small, fragile, but alive.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I whispered, my voice trembling but firm. “One day, I’ll come back. And when I do… you’ll regret every word, every lie, every betrayal.”
Their laughter followed me down the hallway, sharp and mocking.
But I didn’t turn back.
At the door, I paused, my hand on the knob. I took one last look at the house that had never truly been a home. The walls that had seen my childhood, my mother’s laughter, and now my ruin.
Then I stepped out into the night.
The air was cold, biting at my skin, but it felt cleaner than anything inside that house. The world outside felt vast, terrifying but also free.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t Ella, the obedient daughter. I wasn’t Daniel’s fiancée. I wasn’t Lisa’s shadow.
I was just… me.
And I was finally leaving to find the life I deserved.
Behind me, the house loomed like a tombstone, cold and final.
Ahead of me, the city stretched wide, filled with unknowns.
I gripped the suitcase handle tighter and whispered into the night:
“This isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning.”
And with that, I walked away.
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