The rain had just begun when Livia stepped out of Nadine’s apartment building. The drizzle clung to her hair, soaking the last bits of makeup she had tried to force onto her exhausted face. Her steps were unsteady, her breath shaking. The world around her felt too loud, too accusing — as if every passing car, every flickering streetlight, every drop of water whispered her sins back at her.Inside, Nadine watched from the window for a moment longer. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was the small, stubborn piece of her that refused to let hatred shape her decisions. She had refused Livia’s plea for direct help — money, shelter, a place to hide. But she had offered something else, something harder.“Fix yourself first, Livia. No one can pull you out unless you’re willing to climb,” Nadine had said, voice steady, gaze unwavering.Livia had cried, broken and trembling, confessing everything — the lies she had spun, the manipulations she engineered, the smear campaign she on
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