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I Gave You Everything, But You Gave Me Nothing

For two decades, I was the invisible one—the wife who no one noticed, no one heard, no one loved. On my fiftieth birthday, I dared to believe someone remembered me when I discovered that crimson dress I had always longed for. “For you? Are you out of your mind?” Victor, my husband, hissed. “That’s for Selena. Take it off. You ruin everything—fat, hopeless. That dress? It’s not meant for you.” From the doorway, Leo, his brother and my former closest friend, leaned against the frame, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. Once, the three of us were inseparable—but then Selena, Victor’s secretary and the sister I once embraced as family, stole them both while I stood there, unsuspecting. I murmured, “Maybe I wouldn’t keep eating if you’d finally taken me to Disneyland like you promised, twenty years ago…” “Disneyland?” Leo snorted. “Grow up.” Victor barked, “Marisol, stop wasting your time with fantasies. You do nothing for anyone. Why not be more like Selena? She’s capable, independent. You… you’re just nothing.” The final insult? A package arrived—a Disneyland trip—but not for me. It was for Victor, Leo, Selena, and my own daughter, Clara. That was the breaking point. I had been replaced. So I called the divorce attorney, gathered my belongings, and walked away. Revenge was sweet on my mind—I would marry Victor’s fiercest rival. Yet just when I imagined they’d finally breathe easy with me gone, Victor and Leo fell to their knees, desperate to stop my wedding… but their love had come too late.