The months that followed were busy but steady. There were no scenes, no confrontations, no volatility. Just the slow process of untangling past relationships and choosing healthier futures.
One afternoon, after everything settled, Stacey and I sat in my living room—the same place where she’d arrived trembling months earlier.
“We made it through,” I said, feeling lighter than I had in years.
She gave a small, grateful smile. “Thank you for helping me. For listening, even when you didn’t have to.”
For a long time, my anger had built a solid wall between us. But as I looked at her, I realized the wall had quietly crumbled. We were no longer two women hurt by the same man—we were two people standing on the other side of a difficult chapter.
“We both deserved something better,” I said gently.
She nodded. “So what now?”
Now, we move forward—with more wisdom, more compassion, and more confidence than before.
And for the first time in a very long time, I felt truly free.
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