Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 13

13 He’s Going to Fix It, Right?

At Haldoria University, the atmosphere felt heavy around Adriana. She still hadn’t returned to her position at Langford Group, partly because a lingering frustration gnawed at her—her employer still owed her half a month’s salary. The unpaid wages were a constant reminder of how uncertain her situation was.

In a quiet moment of resolve, Adriana had sold the expensive purse she’d impulsively bought some time ago. The money from that sale was immediately transferred to the orphanage’s charity fund, a place close to her heart. She wanted to make sure those children, who had so little, could have a bit more.

Not long after, her phone rang. It was Lydia, the head of the orphanage, a woman who had dedicated years to caring for children whom society had largely forgotten. The orphanage was modest and rarely in the spotlight. Most kids there faced disabilities or had endured harsh circumstances, which made Lydia’s role all the more demanding. She wasn’t just a caretaker; she also managed their medical treatments and emotional needs.

“You sent more money again, didn’t you?” Lydia’s voice was gentle but tinged with concern.

Adriana smiled softly, a warmth spreading in her chest despite everything. “I’ve managed to save a little. Please, make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, Lydia.”

“Oh, you’re such a kind soul,” Lydia replied warmly. “Didn’t I tell you to hold off on sending money for now? Keep some for yourself. Remember, you still have to prepare for your trip abroad.”

Adriana hesitated for a moment, the weight of Lydia’s words sinking in. “You’re right,” she admitted quietly.

The thought of studying overseas was thrilling but daunting. Even with a guaranteed spot, the cost of living alone would run into tens of thousands annually. And with a student visa, her work hours would be limited to just a few each day—not nearly enough to cover expenses.

“Take care of yourself, Adriana,” Lydia said with genuine affection in her voice. “Oh, by the way, a few couples have come by recently, saying they lost a child matching your description. The police are running DNA tests. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll get lucky and find your real parents.”

Adriana’s smile dimmed. She no longer held onto that hope. The dream of her parents returning to bring her home had faded with each passing day. Every morning, she woke to the same cold reality—she was just a child left behind, abandoned by those who were supposed to love her.

Maybe they never wanted her from the start.

After ending the call, Adriana headed toward the university’s academic building, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her with every step. She had an appointment with her advisor to complete the paperwork for her study abroad program—a crucial step toward a future she desperately wanted.

Stepping into the advisor’s office, she greeted him with a polite smile. “Hello. I’m here to submit my application.”

The advisor shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. “Adriana… I understand your situation. Coming from the orphanage, and with the high costs of studying overseas, you really need to be practical—”

Her heart dropped. Something wasn’t right. “I’ll cover my own expenses,” she interrupted firmly. “You told me I was top of the class. This spot was supposed to be mine.”

He adjusted his glasses nervously, hesitating before speaking. “Technically, yes. But the committee considered more than just grades. Your family background and social skills came up during discussions…”

Adriana’s eyes began to sting with unshed tears. “None of that was ever part of the criteria. You said today was just for paperwork. Has something changed? Please, just be honest with me.”

She fought to keep her emotions in check, but her breathing grew uneven.

“I’m sorry,” the advisor sighed heavily. “It’s not my decision. The spot has been given to Cheryl.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and bitter.

She had worked so tirelessly for this chance. It was supposed to be hers. Why had someone else taken it away?

“But why? Study abroad placements are based on academic performance…” she whispered, voice cracking. “Cheryl’s grades don’t even come close to mine.”

“Adriana, you know how things work at Haldoria. It’s all about politics and connections,” he said, handing her a tissue. “Don’t give up. You can still apply for graduate school here. Other opportunities will come.”

“No, they won’t,” she replied softly, forcing a fragile smile. “These spots and top professors only appear every few years. You know that.”

This was her one real chance to make a name for herself abroad. And now it was slipping through her fingers.

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