Margaret smiled proudly.
"I warned you four years ago."
"You cannot turn an ordinary woman into a member of this family."
For four years...
I listened to their insults.
Four years of humiliation hidden behind polite smiles.
Four years of being reminded that I was never good enough.
They mocked my background.
My voice.
My family.
The way I dressed.
The way I spoke.
Every part of me became another reason for them to feel superior.
But they forgot one thing.
They forgot who kept their world standing.
I was the woman who saved Andrew's company when his executives were ready to abandon him.
I was the person who negotiated the deals that made his investors stay.
I was the one who quietly paid millions in debt before anyone discovered his empire was collapsing.
I organized their charity events.
Protected their reputation.
Covered their failures.
While they proudly believed they had given me a better life...
The truth was simple.
I was the one who saved theirs.
And tonight...
I was done.
I bent down slowly.
Picked up my old brown leather handbag.
The same handbag Margaret always mocked.
"The cheap thing doesn't belong in this house," she once said.
I held it tightly.