ɪʀʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴀʙʟᴇ - ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜰ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ
In the high-stakes world of Formula One racing, Isabella Maria Romero is breaking records and shattering barriers in her debut season of 2022. As the first woman driver in Formula One in over...
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"It wasn't just a mistake or an overreaction" Isabella continues, her voice trembling, "It was betrayal. You can't just sit there and tell me to get over it like it didn't destroy everything I worked so hard for!"
"Isabella!" I jump up from my seat, calling after he but she doesn't stop, rushing out of the room
I can't believe what just happened. I sit rigidly at the table, fists clenched beneath it, trying to steady my breath as the door clicks behind Isabella. I can't believe she had to hear that—especially from her own father. My eyes burn with disbelief, locking onto the older man seated at the head of the table, who now sits casually, as if nothing just happened
"How could you say those things?" My voice cuts through the awkward silence at the table, sharper than I intended. I don't care
Her father raises his eyes slowly, clearly caught off guard. But I don't stop
"In front of everyone? Your own daughter?"
The tension in the room tightens like a vice, and I can feel eyes on me, but I'm focused on him. The man I once respected, now sitting there like none of this matters. It's like he thinks he's in the right, like his words weren't completely out of line
"She doesn't deserve that" I say, my voice rising, "You've never taken the time to actually understand her, and to speak about her like that, especially here, in front of everyone—" I pause, my jaw tightening as the disgust rises up in me, "It's disgusting"
I thought I could hold back, but I can't. I'm too angry. Too hurt on her behalf, "Sir, I've known you for most of my life, and I thought you were a better man than this"
Her father's face twitches with anger, the shock quickly turning to defensiveness, "Charles, this isn't your place" He says, his voice clipped, as if he's trying to pull rank, like he still has some control of the situation. Like his authority matter right now, but after how he just treated Isabella, I'm far beyond listening to reason
"It is my place" I fire back, my hands balling into fists at my sides, "If you had taken even a fraction of the amount of time you spent talking about how what happened back then was a mistake to actually listen to the true story instead of what you thought happened, you would understand why she stopped talking to me. And I'm sorry if you think what I'm doing is out of line, sir, but I'm not going to stand here while you tear her down like that—while you dismiss her like she's nothing. She's been through enough"
His eyes narrow, and for a second, I almost see a crack in his composure. But I'm not done. Not yet
"You've made comments like that before" I continue, my voice steady now but simmering with anger, "When she would cry after crashing during karting races, when she would get frustrated, when she would get angry. She was a child back then, but now? What you just did? This was something else. This was cruel"
