3
Three days passed. While Papa and Celia were enjoying Lala’s success, I was busy meeting with Atty. Santos.
“Dianne, are you sure about this?” asked Atty. Santos as he looked at the evidence I gave. “These allegations are serious. We can take back the title without going through this mess anymore.”
I smiled slightly, but there was no trace of joy in my eyes. “They didn’t just take me home. They stole my dignity and my mother’s memory. I want to watch them as everything they think of them slowly crumbles.”
It was exactly 6:00 p.m., the day of the big party for Lala.
It was held in an expensive hotel. Wearing a simple white dress that Aunt Susan had bought, I walked into the hall. No one noticed me at first because of the crowd and the noise of the music.
In the middle of the stage, Dad was standing, holding the microphone. Next to her were Celia who was full of jewels, and Lala who looked like a princess in her gown.
“Tonight,” Papa began, “we celebrate the future of my daughter, Lala. Her intelligence has enabled her to pass college and will soon be studying abroad!”
The crowd applauded. Before I could finish, I walked to the front of the stage.
“Daddy,” I called out in a loud voice.
Everything stopped. Dad turned around, and his smile was instantly replaced with hatred when he saw me.
“Dianne? What are you doing here?! Didn’t I tell you not to show up?!” he shouted, just enough for all the guests to hear.
Celia approached, her eyes widening. “Your face is so thick that you came here after you embarrassed your father for your rudeness! Security! Get this kid out!”
“Wait a minute,” I said, holding up my cell phone which turned out to be plugged into the hall’s Bluetooth system—a favor Aunt Susan had done the technician a favor earlier.
Suddenly, the music stopped. A voice echoed throughout the hotel’s speakers.
“… Di jure? When he was a child, what did he know about the law? You Are The Father! You have the right to make decisions for you…” If that happens, I’ll give him a thumbs up. He couldn’t do anything.”
My father was stunned by where he was. Celia turned pale and began to tremble. Guests began to grumble, others were already pulling out their phones to video.
4
“What’s that?! “Kill me!” he yelled, but it was too late.
Her own voice was the next to be heard:
“… I’m going to kick him out… I’m going to give him a few bucks, I’m sure he’ll do what I want.”
I looked at him, straight into his eyes. “I’m stunned, haven’t I? So you kicked me out to force me to sign the transfer of Mama’s house in your name?”
“Dianne, stop!” my father was about to yell at me, but Atty. Santos blocked him who suddenly appeared next to me.
“Mr. Reyes, I am Dianne’s legal counsel,” Atty. Santos said seriously. “We have evidence of attempted monopolization and deception of the property of a minor who is now of legal age. And there’s another…”
I pulled the envelope out of my bag and grabbed a copy of the exam result. I handed it to the nearest visitor, who was a well-known businessman and friend of Papa’s.
“Homeless Neo Pio,” Sabi Ko.
The man read aloud: “Dianne Reyes. UPCAT Result: 98.7 percentile score. Rank 89 Nationwide.”
People were getting more and more confused. “Rank 89? “That boy is a genius!” “Why did your father leave?” “It’s greedy!”
I looked at Layla, who was crying right now. “Honey, didn’t you say you were done?” But according to the records we got, you didn’t even reach the passing grade. “Your ‘passing’ result was just a fake Celia using Dad’s money that was supposed to pay for my tuition.”
“That’s not true,” Zelda said, but it was too late.
I confronted my father. “You said earlier, ‘My son is awesome, he’s so smart.’ Dad, I’m really smart. I’m smart because I know all your smells before you completely destroy me.”
Atty. Santos issued a document. “This is an Eviction Notice. Mr. Reyes, since it has been proven in the spirit of the law that the house in Makati belongs to Dianne and there has been an attempted burglary here, I am giving you 24 hours to leave the property. He is with his wife and son.”
My father sat down on the stage. Her “perfect life” and “dream life” vanished within 10 minutes.
“Dianne… Daughter… Let’s talk…” My father said with pity.
I turned my back on him. “We have nothing to talk about, Mr. Reyes. You said no? ‘Cút khỏi nhà tao’—in English, ‘Get out of my house’. I’m just going to give those words back to you.”
I walked out of the hall, forehead high, as the applause from the crowd—which had earlier been for Lala—was now for me.
It was a cold night, but I was finally free.
5
One day after the hotel scene, I was standing in front of the gate of our house in Makati. It’s no longer “our home”—it’s my home.
A white van arrived. Celia and Lala came out, their eyes closed and carrying black plastic bags of garbage in which their clothes were crammed. They didn’t have any valuables with them, because they were all bought with the money they stole from the fund Mama had left behind. Atty. Santos prevented them from taking out any belongings that did not belong to them.
“Dianne, you seem to have mercy,” Celia pleaded as she knelt down on the pavement. “Where are we going? We have nowhere to stay!”
I looked at him with no emotion. “You have a place to stay, Auntie. There was a small apartment in the country that you thought you didn’t know you bought in secret. That’s where you start again.”
Dad was the last one to come out. He looked like he was 10 years old in one night. He was holding an old photo album—the only thing I was allowed to take with him.
“Dianne… “Son,” his voice trailed off. “Please forgive me. I was blinded. I thought…”
“Do you think I’m going to be so rude?” he interrupted. “Dad, the pain you gave me can’t be cured with ‘sorry’. You threw me out in the middle of the night because you thought I was rude. I want to give you a chance to experience how I feel.”
“But Dianne, I’m still your father!” she cried, with a hint of desperation.
I smiled, a bitter smile. “A father doesn’t trade his own blood for money. A father doesn’t throw his child away like garbage. From this day forward, Arturo Reyes, you don’t have a child named Dianne.”
I closed the door. The sound of steel pounding sounded like the final dot in a long chapter of suffering.
6
Two months passed.
I was standing in the middle of the campus of the University of the Philippines. I was ready to start my first semester as a student. “I don’t need my dad’s money. With the help of Atty. Santos, I was able to recover all of Mama’s insurance and investments which was enough for my entire education and more.
My phone rang. A piece of news from Aunt Susan.
Arturo now works as an agent of something, but because of the embarrassment that came with the party, no one wants to do business with him anymore. Celia and Lala fight every day because of the hardships of life in their small home. The “perfect family” they built on top of my life has completely collapsed.
I took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. I took my mom’s picture in my bag and tossed it away.
“Mom, I’ve got it all back. Your memory is protected.”
By the time I walked to my first class, I was no longer the scared kid hiding in the dark. I’m Dianne Reyes—the kid they thought was a “wreck,” but in reality, had long flown higher than all of them.
Revenge isn’t always about hurt. Sometimes, the most painful reward is to live a happy, successful, and free life from those who want to bring you down.
Daniel Carter is a senior staff writer at InspireChronicle, specializing in legal conflicts, family disputes, and real-life justice stories. His work focuses on high-stakes situations involving inheritance, betrayal, and complex moral decisions. Through detailed storytelling, he explores how ordinary people navigate extraordinary challenges and the long-term consequences that follow.
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