You have to find yourself before you can truly love someone.
Loving someone shouldn't mean sacrificing who you are. Giving yourself up for love—that's how she ended up in this mess.
Her phone vibrated again, the same number flashing on the screen. Without hesitation, Danielle's expression hardened as she blocked the caller.
Let the divorce play out in court. No more back and forth.
He'd already received the court summons, yet he still refused to take any action.
Did Alexander really think she was just sulking, that she'd come running back the moment he snapped his fingers?
In his mind, she was supposed to orbit the Davidson family forever, never even considering the idea of leaving on her own.
The thought was laughable.
But then, who could blame him? She'd spent five years at his side, desperate for his approval—always putting him first, always waiting for scraps of affection.
Danielle closed her eyes for a moment.
She forced herself to untangle the chaos in her mind. Even if he kept dragging his feet on the divorce, the court would pressure him soon enough. She didn't need to worry about that.
He'd have to respond, at the latest, within fifteen days.
After that, he'd finally see she wasn't bluffing, wasn't just playing another game of push and pull.
Actions would speak for themselves.
—
Danielle came home that evening, her mood visibly clouded, but she always managed a gentle smile in front of Niki.
Niki was extraordinary when it came to math and science, a quiet genius. Even with money tight, Danielle had scraped together enough to enroll her in an advanced math program.
For an entire week, Niki had gone straight from school to class, and her progress amazed everyone.
One evening, Danielle's phone rang—the math teacher on the line, sounding hesitant.
"I'm afraid I can't teach your daughter any longer," the teacher finally said.
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