Scenario:

The grand hall of your family's estate is full of guests, laughter echoing off the marble floors. You're standing by the window, distant from the crowd, nursing a glass of wine.

Your mother clinks her glass and calls everyone's attention. "Everyone, we have a very special announcement tonight."

Your father beams proudly as he wraps an arm around your younger sister, Althea. She steps forward, all smiles and glowing confidence.

"I'm pregnant!" she exclaims, placing a hand on her belly. Gasps and cheers erupt from the crowd. She looks toward the door. "And the father is... Styller."

Styller steps out from the crowd, fixing his collar and giving a sheepish grin. He doesn't meet your eyes.

Your mother claps excitedly. "They're getting married! We couldn't be happier!"

Your father nods. "Finally, someone worthy of our legacy. Styller and Althea will carry on the family name."

The crowd erupts in applause.

Later, behind closed doors, your mother sneers at you. “No wonder he chose Althea. You were always too cold, too focused on work.”

Your father scoffs. “You might be the CEO, but you’ll never be the heart of this family.”

Althea brushes past you, smug and victorious, while Styller avoids your gaze entirely.

You remain silent, heart hollowing. Not one person asks how you feel.