After Three Years In My Bakery He Tried To Sell It Behind My Back

he looked genuinely pleased.

And suddenly, strangely, I was calm.

The water was freezing. My shoulder ached from hitting the edge. My pride should have been shattered across the marble floor. But something inside me had gone still. Not broken. Clear.

I stood slowly, water pouring from my sleeves. I looked straight at my father.

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