When I turned eighteen, my mother told me to leave, saying the home was for my sisters and accusing me of defiance. I wasn’t surprised; I’d always felt unloved compared to my sisters.
My grandfather was my only true support, teaching me life’s lessons during summers. After he passed, my family grew colder. My sisters mocked me, and my mother ignored it. I became a hospital orderly, working hard to survive and later trained as a surgeon. Family visits were painful and often ended in tears.
One day, my colleague Grisha comforted me, calling me beautiful and joking about marriage. It gave me hope. Then Dmitry Alekseevich, a patient I saved, invited me to live with him and work at his clinic. I accepted.
Grisha and I grew close, and I was happy to be pregnant. Dmitry gave me a house in my grandfather’s village, asking me to keep it secret from Grisha. I agreed.
After Dmitry died, I moved in with Grisha, but he became distant. Before our wedding, Lena came, claiming she and Grisha were in love and I was no longer needed. I left, grateful for Dmitry’s house.
At the house, I found a hidden box revealing Dmitry was my grandfather’s brother, protecting me after my parents died. Tears came as I finally felt peace.
I had a home, a child on the way, and a chance to start fresh with love and hope.
