My Dear Don, Reborn from the Ashes, I Don’t Want You
Luca shouted, holding up a toy gun, mimicking the adults.
Stephen wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"Happy?" he asked softly.
I leaned back into his embrace, listening to our children's laughter echo in the garden, our empire standing strong.
"Of course," I smiled. "Everyone I love is with me. My life has never been more complete."
The children's laughter grew louder. The red wine tasted as rich as victory. My heart had finally, finally found its home.
The world still tells my story. They call me a legend, a goddess of vengeance, the queen who couldn't be killed. Let them talk.