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Sadie’s eyes burned with fury, but she kept her composure, wiping her hands with deliberate care as the tension in the room escalated. Her heart raced, but she wasn’t about to let them see her flinch.
“I’m not the one who’s despicable,” she said coldly, looking directly at Kathleen, her voice unwavering. “You’re the one who abandoned me to play these games, hoping to tear me down. If anyone’s shameless, it’s you. At least I’ve lived my life on my own terms, without needing to cling to other people’s misery to feel powerful.”
Leah’s face twisted in outrage, but Sadie didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she turned to Frank, who still stood nearby, seething. “And as for you, Frank…” Sadie’s voice sharpened. “You think just because my father never spoke this way, you have a right to insult me? You’re all nothing but opportunists—pretending to care about the family name when it suits you and abandoning it when it falls. Don’t try to lecture me on respect when you’ve shown none.”
Frank opened his mouth, but Sadie didn’t wait for him to speak. She looked to Felipe, whose face was a mask of frustration, torn between trying to salvage the situation and wanting to distance himself from the chaos.
“Felipe,” she said, her tone much softer, though still firm. “I didn’t want this. But don’t pretend you didn’t know what kind of people your family is. You’ve been hiding behind your polite façade, letting your mother manipulate things, and now you’re pretending you can control it. This isn’t just about me anymore—it’s about you too.”
Felipe looked away, clearly struggling with the situation.
Kathleen, nursing her wounded wrist, growled in frustration. “You’re a disgrace, Sadie. You’ve made everyone uncomfortable, and now you’re blaming everyone else for your outbursts. You’re still the same spoiled little girl, throwing tantrums.”
“I’m not throwing tantrums, Kathleen,” Sadie said, her voice low but cutting. “I’m finally done being your punching bag, and I don’t care if you think it’s rude or disrespectful. I’ve been quiet for far too long while you and your family took everything from me. But tonight, I’m done. I’m done with you, with all of you.”
Sadie turned away from the table, her movements graceful despite the anger bubbling inside her. “I’m leaving. This farce has gone on long enough.”
Before anyone could say anything else, Sadie walked to the door, her back straight, her posture exuding confidence. She didn’t wait for anyone to try to stop her. She didn’t need their approval. She didn’t need their fake concern. The only thing that mattered was her—her choices, her strength, her resolve.
As the door closed behind her, the room fell silent. The echoes of her words lingered, and for the first time in years, Sadie felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She was done playing their game. And now, they would have to deal with the consequences of their actions without her.
