Freedom
That evening, I lay in my bed — in my quiet home — with no one shouting, no one demanding, no one draining the life out of me.
Just peace.
Jack sent one last email:
Subject: Let’s Be Civil
We have history. A family. You don’t just throw that away. Let’s talk before this goes too far…
I deleted it without a second thought.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t carrying anyone else’s weight.
I wasn’t someone’s maid. I wasn’t someone’s bank account. I wasn’t someone’s scapegoat.
I was me. And I was free.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
