“Can’t even afford a decent car, yet you’re sitting here having Christmas dinner with us?” they mocked me in front of the whole table. I simply set my glass down, looked straight at them, and said, “You should laugh a little quieter… because the building you live in belongs to me.”

sat down, Daniel stood and raised his glass.

“Last year, I mocked the one person in this room who had every reason to destroy me,” he said. “Instead, she gave me the chance to rebuild. Victoria, I was wrong.”

The room fell silent.

I smiled slightly. “That’s a much better gift than wine.”

People laughed softly.

This time, they weren’t laughing at me.

I still continue reading …