“You’ll regret this,” she hissed.
“No,” I said. “You will.”
She left.
And the door closed.
Within hours, everything changed.
Emma’s friend had recorded the entire encounter.
It went viral.
The world saw the truth.
Lauren’s image collapsed overnight.
Meanwhile, something better happened.
Emma and Clara were offered scholarships by a prestigious film company.
Not for sympathy.
For talent.
Yesterday, I stood on set watching them work.
Confident. Skilled. Proud.
The director smiled at me.
“Your daughters are incredibly talented.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I replied.
Emma called out:
“Dad, how does it look?”
“Perfect,” I said. “Just like you.”
