A New Beginning
One year later, I stood before the mirror wearing a simple black dress, ready for a library gala.
The reflection staring back wasn’t the woman David had left—it was someone stronger.
Someone who had risen from betrayal and rebuilt her life.
That night, after tucking the kids into bed, Chloe asked, “Mommy, are you happy?”
I smiled, brushing her hair back.
“Yes, sweetheart. I am.”
And for the first time in a long time, I truly was.
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