She had never truly existed in their eyes. "You were never my wife," her contractual husband declared. Her stepson offered no better sentiment: "Disappear—that's all I wish for." Daphne made her choice then. The Madam vanished before the Young Lord's birthday, leaving only a letter behind. Her family dismissed it as temporary—she would return, they assumed. Days turned to weeks. When the Madam failed to appear, they finally searched. But their efforts came too late. The woman they never valued had slipped beyond their grasp, and the cost of their indifference would haunt them forever.