Megan’s POVThe minute the sun rose on a new day, I was already awake.I hadn’t slept much. Maybe an hour, if I was being generous. My body rested, but my mind didn’t. It kept replaying the same thoughts over and over, like a broken record I couldn’t switch off.The summons.Joe.The council.My children.I sat at the edge of my bed for a long time, staring at nothing, before finally standing up. Today wasn’t the day for panic. Panic would come later. Right now, I need control.That was the only thing separating survival from chaos.I showered, dressed, and tied my hair back neatly. I chose a crimson trouser suit—not because it was loud, but because it reminded me of who I was now. Not the girl Joe once tried to cage. Not the woman people pitied.A woman who had learned restraint.Yes.I was going the legal way.If Joe planned to place claims on me—on my name, my future, my children—then I would face him in the only way he didn’t expect.Law, patience and strategy.Rushing would only
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