“Your mother has passed, and crying won’t change that—so wipe your face, prepare dinner, and don’t look like a mourning child when my guests show up,” my husband told me only two hours after I returned

Mark turned to Jessica, hoping his mistress could help him. He asked her to take him in her car to let him sleep at her place. But the drama in the yard was not yet over. Jessica, realizing that Mark was now a useless beggar who had also dragged her into legal trouble, flatly refused in the pouring rain. Jessica’s screams could be heard as she pushed Mark, causing him to fall into a mud puddle. Jessica yelled that all this misfortune was Mark’s fault. She called him a man of bad luck, a scammer, an idiot. The couple who had been feeding each other cake in my party now pushed and insulted each other in the mud of my yard.

The neighbors, drawn by the commotion, began to come out onto their porches. They watched the free show with mocking glances. Mark’s reputation in this neighborhood had completely collapsed. Now everyone knew his true face. Finally, ashamed of being seen by the neighbors and chilled to the bone, Jessica ran off in the rain, leaving my yard without a backward glance at Mark. She left him alone, lying in the mud. Mark tried to follow her but slipped. He fell and got up, stumbling towards the gate that had opened automatically. Mr. Harrison’s bodyguard, after making sure Mark had crossed the threshold of the gate, pressed a button on the remote.

The sturdy, tall iron gate closed slowly, forever separating my world from Mark’s. Mark was left outside the gate, clinging to the cold bars, looking at this house that now shone warm and bright. He realized that the gates of the paradise he had been living in had closed forever. And now he had to face the earthly hell he had created for himself. I turned and walked away from the window. I didn’t want to see him again. I took a deep breath, inhaling the air of the room that now felt more spacious, though still messy. Mr. Harrison gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder and a paternal, encouraging smile.

That night, with the sound of rain hitting the roof, I felt truly alone, but not helpless. I felt free. This house was my mother’s and mine again. One month had passed since that stormy night. Time had flown, bringing drastic changes to my life. This morning, the sun streamed brightly through my bedroom curtains, greeting a new day with a different kind of warmth. There were no more of Mark’s shouts rushing me to make breakfast. There was no more fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. The large house my mother had left me now felt silent and peaceful. I woke up with a light heart, said my morning prayers, and prayed for my mother’s soul to rest in peace.

Then I got ready to go—not to the kitchen or the market, but to the company headquarters. I stood in front of the large mirror in my room. My reflection had changed. My face, once dull and always tired from mental pressure, now looked fresh and radiant. My eyes, once swollen from tears, now emanated determination and intelligence. I wore a professional, elegant suit, without excessive frills, but which exuded an aura of authority. I adjusted my scarf slightly, making sure everything was perfect. Today was an important day. An extraordinary general meeting of shareholders would be held, and I, Sarah, would take the place my mother should have occupied.

The company car was waiting for me at the entrance of the house. A personal chauffeur opened the door for me courteously. During the drive to the financial district, I watched the city’s skyscrapers. I used to be just the wife of an ordinary employee who knew nothing of this world. Now, I was the owner of one of the tallest buildings in the city. Upon arriving at the office, the welcome I received was extraordinary. From the receptionist to the department heads, employees gave a respectful nod as I walked through the lobby. I heard whispers of admiration. They knew who I was. They knew I was the daughter of the company’s founder, the woman who had uncovered the corruption scandal of a former director and brought a breath of fresh air.