Here’s a much shorter version of your story that preserves the heart and key events:
From the start, Duncan’s wealthy, snobbish family hated me. I was Alexa—24, practical, raised with little but full of heart. Duncan came from old money, and though he loved me, his family never hid their disdain.
The whispers began immediately—comments on my clothes, my apartment, my cooking. Then came the sabotage: a bribe to leave Duncan, fake rumors of infidelity, and constant humiliation. Worst of all, Duncan stayed silent.
I tried. I stayed. I hoped. But at his birthday party, everything unraveled—burnt food, cruel laughter, and his silence again.
I snapped.
I kicked them out. I called Duncan out. Then I left.
The next day, expecting more humiliation at work, I found strength instead—Steven, Duncan’s father, promoted me, calling me the kind of leader the company needed.
I never went back to Duncan.
I didn’t just walk away from a toxic family—I walked into a life where I knew my worth.
Would you like a version with a slightly more dramatic or emotional tone?
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