The golden child.
The manipulative parents.
The daughter they had used for years.
And the cost of finally pushing too far.
I turned around.
Walked toward the exit.
And this time, nobody stopped me.
As I reached the doors, I heard shouting behind me.
Arguments.
Accusations.
Panic.
But none of it mattered anymore.
I drove back to my penthouse.
The city lights stretched endlessly beyond my windows.
For years, I had measured my worth by whether my family approved of me.
That night, I finally understood something.
