“Thank you,” I finally whispered, my voice hoarse from unspoken emotions. He nodded, understanding everything in those two words. “Family sticks together,” he replied, his voice softer now, filled with warmth.
As we approached the penthouse, a sense of calm washed over me. The building stood tall, its glass façade reflecting the sun, welcoming, promising. It was here I’d chart my new course, decide what I wanted, who I was away from the shadows of a loveless marriage.
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.
