She was dismissed without a single reason—and the moment the billionaire’s daughter spoke, everything fell apart.
The suitcase nearly slipped from Lena Morales’ fingers when she heard the sentence that quietly erased her life.
After three years of caring for little Aria, Lena never imagined she would be sent away like a stranger. No warning. No explanation.
Just a polite dismissal wrapped in cold formality. She folded her clothes with shaking hands, tears blurring her vision despite her efforts to stay composed.
No one understood what had gone wrong.
Not the staff. Not the driver.
Not even Lena herself.
That was… until the billionaire’s daughter leaned close to her father’s ear and whispered something that left him frozen in place.
The unfairness weighed heavier than any suitcase Lena had ever carried.
She descended the marble steps of the terrace slowly, her gaze locked on the ground as if counting each step might dull the pain.
Twenty steps to the gate. Twenty steps away from three years of love, routine, and belonging.
The Tagaytay sunset bathed the mansion in soft gold. Lena remembered how much she adored this hour—when sunlight filtered through Aria’s curtains, and they would lie on the bed inventing shapes from the shadows dancing above them.
A rabbit.
A cloud. A star.
She didn’t turn around.
If she did, she knew she’d collapse—and she’d already cried enough in the staff bathroom while packing her things.
Two pairs of jeans. A handful of blouses.
The pale yellow dress she wore on Aria’s last birthday. And the hairbrush Aria loved using on her dolls.
Lena left the brush behind.
It belonged to that house. To a life that was no longer hers.
The driver, Mang Elias, stood beside the black sedan, door open.
He said nothing, but his eyes carried confusion—and sympathy. He didn’t understand either.
Maybe it was better that way.
Because if someone asked her why, Lena wouldn’t have an answer.
That morning, Sebastian Calderon had called her into his office. His voice was flat, distant, as if delivering quarterly losses.
Her services were no longer required.
No reason.
No discussion. He didn’t even meet her eyes.
Lena pressed her forehead against the cold car window as the estate faded into the distance.
She had arrived there at twenty-five—fresh out of a modest childcare program, unsure of herself, carrying nothing but hope and a few recommendations.
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