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<b>Chapter </b>123
(ir’s POV)
“That’s not-
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“Isn’t it? When was thest time you called me? When was thest time <i>you </i>asked how <b>Lily</b>! was doing, or how the bakery was going, or if I needed anything?”
We both fall silent because we can’t answer. Haven’t called, haven’t visited, haven’t even
texted since we decided to focus on Virginia.
“Scarlett, please…” My voice cracks, tears threatening to spill. “Please, we’ll do anything. We just want to make amends.”
She stares at me for a long moment, and I see the little girl she used to be. The one who would climb into myp when she had nightmares, who would bring me dandelions and call them beautiful flowers, who would tell me she loved me a hundred times a day.
She lets us pour out our hearts, letting our apologies hang in the air like dust motes in the sunlight. When we finish, she finally, slowly, asks.
“You want to make amends?”
“Yes. Anything.”
“Then leave us alone.”
The words are a blunt knife, striking at thest vestiges of my hope.
“Stoping here. Stop calling me. Stop trying to see Lily. Please, if you truly wish to make amends, then just leave us alone.”
“Scarlett, you can’t mean that,” James rasps, his face pale.
“I mean it. You’ve made your choice. Virginia is your daughter now. So act like it.”
“But Lily-”
“Is my daughter. Not yours. You gave up the right to be her grandparents when you threw her mother away like garbage.”
<i>“</i>Scarlett,” I try one more time. “Please don’t cut us outpletely. We know we messed up, but we can do better. We can-”
“No.” Her voice is final. “You had countless chances <i>and </i>you lost them.”
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She walks to the door and opens it, the little bell chiming cheerfully.
“So let’s stop pretending and end this. Go home to your real daughter. Leave me and my daughter in peace.”
“Mama?” Lily’s small voice cuts through the tension. “Are Grandma and Grandpa leaving?”
“Yes, baby. They’re leaving.”
“Will theye back tomorrow?”
Scarlett meets my eyes over our granddaughter’s head, her expression stone cold.
“No, sweetheart. They will nevere back again.”
The silence in the bakery, after Scarlett’s final, brutal words, is an anvil. It crushes the air out of the room, leaving me lightheaded and suffocating.
I can’t move, can’t speak, can only stare at the ce where my daughter stands, now looking like a stranger armed with a terrible, justified wound.
James, though, is not paralyzed. I feel his hand mp down hard on my arm–not aforting grip, but a possessive, furious one. His face is a mask of cold indignation, the kind of anger that onlyes with wounded pride.
“Let’s go, ir,” he mutters, his voice low, tight with fury. He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He simply turns, pulling me along, yanking me out the door like a forgotten shopping bag.
The sudden, physical force breaks my trance, recing the paralyzing shock with a fresh wave of humiliation.
I stumble to keep up with his long, angry strides. As we reach the car, I risk a nce back. Scarlett is already at the counter, her back to us, meticulously wiping down the espresso machine. The dismissal isplete. We are not even worth a second nce.
James doesn’t say a word until he ms his door shut, starts the engine with a roar, and pulls aggressively into traffic, narrowly missing a delivery van. The silence inside the car is now thick, vibrating with his unspent rage.
That silence is too much. The shock, the guilt, the raw, brutal finality of her words-“They will nevere back again“-they all converge, and the dam I’ve been holding back since we saw the bulldozed house finally breaks.
A raw, gasping sob tears out of me, rapidly escting into an uncontrolled burst of weeping. The tears stream down my face, hot and salty, blurring the passing streetlights into streaks of agonizing color.
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I bury my face in my hands, unable to stop the torrent of grief that shakes my entire body.
I am sobbing not just for the loss of my daughter, but for the realization of who I have be: a failure, a coward, a mother who can’t even bnce between her two daughters.
I weep for Lily, for the sudden, cruel silence in her small, sweet voice when Scarlett shut her down. I weep for the gutted house, for the erasure of a lifetime of memories. I weep for the irreversible mistake James and I have made.
“Stop crying, ir,” James’s voice slices through my sobs, sharp and devoid of sympathy.
I pull my hands away from my face, my eyes wide, searching for the familiarfort of my husband, the man who is supposed to hold me when I break in this man.
He stares straight ahead, his jaw clenched so hard his cheekbones stand out sharply.
“Stop crying,” he repeats, his voice dangerously even. “It’s over. You heard her. She was never our daughter.”
“James… How can you say that? She told us to stay away from Lily. This is a tragedy! We’ve lost her. We’ve lost our granddaughter!”
He ms his hand against the horn in a sudden burst of frustration. “We lost her the minute she left four years ago!”
He nces at me, his eyes zing with a shocking, wounded malice. “You know what? Maybe it’s time you stopped treating Scarlett as your precious daughter. Treat it as if she never existed!”
His words are an unexpected, brutal assault, instantly turning my grief into stunned disbelief.
“What are you saying?” I whisper, the pain in my chest momentarily eclipsed by the shock of his cruelty.
“I’m saying she’s twenty–seven years old and acting like a petnt teenager!” he spits out, the anger finally bursting forth.
“We came on our knees! We apologized! We took responsibility for our mistake! And she throws it back in our faces! She dismisses us! Us, her parents, who have supported her for her entire life! She’s <i>cold</i>, ir! She’s callous! She cares more about nursing a grudge than she does about her mother’s feelings or her daughter’s seeing her grandparents!”
“She’s hurting, James<i>! </i>She has every right to be angry!” I protest, finding my voice again, thin and shaky, but gaining strength from my own indignation. “We let her walk into that devastation blind! She just lost her childhood home, for God’s sake!”
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“No, ir. You stop making excuses for her. Her little temper tantrum has gone <i>too </i>far. We are her parents, not ves. We don’t beg for forgiveness. We demand respect!”
His words hang between us, poisonous and heavy.
Demand respect.
The absolute refusal to acknowledge our true role in her devastation is staggering. He isn’t grieving the loss of his daughter; he is licking the wounds of his pride, angry his child dared to hold him ountable for his bias.
I fall silent, leaning my head against the cold ss of the window. I can’t argue with him. Not now. The sheer, overwhelming exhaustion of the wrecked house, the confrontation, and now, my husband’s callousness, is too much.
If I open my mouth again, I will simply, snap, and James will only condemn me for it. Instead, I let his angry, self–pitying tirade wash over me, tuning out the harsh sound of his voice and retreating into the only ce I have left: my memories of Scarlett.
I close my eyes, and find myself back in the warm, sun–drenched living room of the house that no longer exists. <fn832f> Newest update provided by f?ndnovel</fn832f>
I see a tiny, two–year–old Scarlett, her hair a wild, dark tangle, toddling across the rug, clutching a worn–out bunny. She falls, hard, and instead of crying, she just sits there, her chin wobbling, looking up at me with huge, tear–filled eyes.
I rush to her, scoop her up, and the relief on her face when I hold her is instantaneous. Thatplete, utter dependence. The unshakeable trust a child could only disy to a mother.
I see her at ten, standing in the kitchen, carefully making me a cup of tea for Mother’s Day, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.
She spills half the water, but the look of intense pride when she hands me the wobbly cup, the genuine, shining love in her eyes. “I made it all by myself, Mama!”
I see her at neen, sobbing hysterically on her bed after a bad argument with Jasper. James is stiff and awkward, unsure what to do.
I sit beside her, hold her tight, and simply let her cry, stroking her hair until the sobs subside. I don’t try to fix it. I just offer my presence. The solid, unmoving presence of a mother who would never let go.
I see her walking down the aisle, radiant in white, her hand on my arm, leaning into me for support before she takes that final, fateful walk toward Jasper.
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“Mama,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m scared.” And I look at her, my own eyes welling up, and squeeze her hand. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Always.”
Always. The word echoes in the deste chamber of my heart. A lie. A catastrophic, monstrous lie.
When she was scared, when she needed me most, when see stood at the precipice of losing everything overnight, I wasn’t there for her.
I had pushed her over the edge.
And only now do I realize…that little girl who used to call me Mama is gone. Killed by our choices, our betrayals, our inability to love her the way she deserved.
We had lost our daughter, and in doing so, we also lost our granddaughter.
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