I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on me. For years, I had played the role of the dutiful daughter, silently supporting my parents while they showered Lily with adoration. But this betrayal was a turning point. It wasn’t just about the money—it was about the blatant disregard for my sacrifices.
“Keep it,” I said, pushing the envelope back towards Mark. “We need to start thinking about ourselves now.”
My mind was spinning, replaying the events of the evening over and over. The betrayal cut deeper than I had let on, and I knew it was time to reevaluate my relationship with my family. I needed distance, and thankfully, Mark understood.
