Aftermath and Freedom
Outside, the night air was cool and sharp.
I stood by my car, hearing the muffled chaos from inside.
Someone shouted. Someone else cried. I didn’t care.
For the first time in months, my chest didn’t feel heavy.
I got in, rolled down the window, and just breathed.
It wasn’t joy exactly. It was… release.
They’d taken everything from me—my marriage, my family, my sense of trust. But now, they were the ones exposed.
Their arrogance had burned them alive, and I’d simply handed them the match.
A few hours later, my phone blew up.
Texts. Missed calls.
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