Damian parked, and as he accompanied me inside, I felt a flicker of hope. In the weeks to come, I’d rebuild my life, not as Kenneth’s wife, nor as Catherine’s daughter-in-law, but as Lena – strong, resilient, and free. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, it was mine to shape.
With Damian by my side, I was ready to face whatever lay ahead. As we stepped into the elevator, I knew the next chapter would be different—one where I wrote the story.
