“With no conditions. No prenups. No ‘trusts’ to hide behind. The deed is already transferred to Anna’s name. Let them live there. Let them love each other. Let them raise their children in a place where kindness matters more than status.”
A collective gasp went through the room, followed by a ripple of spontaneous applause. It started from Anna’s family, but then, surprisingly, the waitstaff joined in. Then the photographer. And finally, even some of Eleanor’s business partners, moved by the raw authenticity of the moment, began to clap.
Eleanor’s face went crimson. Her carefully constructed display of superiority had crumbled. She looked around, realizing she had lost the room. She pressed her lips into a thin, white line and turned away, trying to hide her utter mortification.
Leo walked over to Robert and Anna. He looked at his mother’s furious, red face, then at Robert’s dignified, tear-streaked one. It was as if he were waking from a long, deep sleep. The spell was broken.
He extended his hand to Robert.
“Thank you,” Leo said, his voice thick with emotion but steady. “Thank you for Anna, for the house, and for… for showing me what a real man looks like.”
Robert shook his hand firmly. “You be a real man, too, Leo. Be the master of your own house. Protect her.”
“I will,” Leo nodded. He turned to Anna. “Anna, let’s go.”
She blinked, wiping her tears. “Go where?”
“Home,” Leo replied, a smile breaking across his face—a real smile, free of burden. “To your—to our—home. I’ve had enough of this hypocrisy. I don’t want the condo. I don’t want the strings attached to it.”
A brilliant smile lit up Anna’s face. She grabbed her father’s hand one last time, then took Leo’s.
They walked toward Eleanor’s table. The entire room watched. Eleanor was trembling with rage.
Leo leaned down, his hands resting on the table, invading her personal space for the first time in his life.
“Mom,” he said quietly. “We’re leaving.”
Eleanor looked up, her eyes wet with angry tears. “You walk out that door, Leo, and you turn your back on everything I’ve built for you.”
“No, Mom,” Leo said softly. “I’m walking toward something I’m building for myself.”
He took Anna’s hand, and they turned their backs on the crystal chandeliers, the cold shrimp, and the colder woman. They walked out of the restaurant, leaving the stunned guests and the remnants of a lavish party behind.
The night air outside was cool and fresh. It smelled of rain and freedom. They got into Leo’s car—not the limousine Eleanor had hired, but his own car. As they drove away, the lights of the city faded behind them, replaced by the soft glow of the headlights on the road ahead.
They were heading to a modest house with creaky floorboards and a heart of gold. A house built by love. A home that was their true inheritance.
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