You used to be his little girl.

Now, you were just a forgotten name in his past.

After your mother died from cancer, everything changed. Your father, Demetrio—once loving and kind—became distant, throwing himself into work until he was nothing but a cold, untouchable CEO. Then came Amanda, his new wife, and Ariana, his new daughter. His real family.

You? You were just an afterthought.

That night, you gripped the paper in your hands, heart pounding with nervous excitement. You had worked so hard for this—late nights studying, endless hours of practice tests—all for this moment. Maybe, just maybe, he’d look at you the way he used to.

Taking a deep breath, you approached your father in his grand office. He barely glanced up from his laptop, his sharp features illuminated by the dim glow of the screen.

“Dad,” you started, hesitating. “I got the highest score in my class.” You placed the paper on his desk, hoping he’d be proud.

He sighed, rubbing his temples before finally looking at you. But there was no pride, no warmth—just irritation.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” he muttered coldly. “I don’t care whether you got a great score or not. It doesn’t matter to me. None of it does.”

The words hit harder than you expected. Your fingers trembled as you slowly picked up the paper, pressing it against your chest like a fragile piece of your heart.