Amanda returned home after a long day at work. The small house she had grown up in was filled with memories—some warm, some painful. As she settled down with a cup of tea, she unfolded the newspaper absentmindedly. The moment her eyes landed on a familiar face, her stomach dropped. It was her father, Robert. The man who had abandoned her and her mother.
Beside him stood a young woman, smiling brightly. The article announced their engagement. Amanda’s blood boiled. He had left them to struggle while he went on to live a happy life? That wasn’t fair. She needed to do something about it.
Determined, she found his address and drove to his house the next morning. Hiding behind a tree, she watched as Robert kissed his fiancée goodbye before they both left in separate cars. Amanda took her chance. She climbed through an open window and sneaked into the bedroom. Carefully, she placed an old earring—one her mother had given her—on the bed before slipping away.
Later that day, she returned and knocked on the door. When Robert’s fiancée opened it, Amanda put on her best shocked expression. “Wait… you’re his fiancée?” she asked. “But he told me I was the only one.”
His fiancée looked startled. “What are you saying?”
Before Amanda could answer, Robert appeared. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Amanda folded her arms. “Just came to pick up something I left in your bedroom.”
His fiancée’s face darkened. She rushed upstairs and returned moments later, holding the earring. “Explain this, Robert.”
Robert stammered, but it was too late. His fiancée threw the engagement ring at him and stormed out. Amanda smirked, feeling triumphant.
But a week later, she heard Robert had still gotten married. Had she truly achieved anything? As she reflected on her actions, her mother’s words echoed in her mind: Anger is a heavy burden. For the first time, Amanda wondered—was it time to finally let go?
