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She stood up suddenly. Switched off the video. Why does she sound like she knows me? Her chest tightened again. She grabbed a mirror from the shelf and stared at herself. She had won. Hadn’t she? She had the marriage. The children. The house. So why did it feel like she was losing? Victoria began noticing something else too. More married women were joining. Not just abused wives. But women who felt invisible, neglected, and replaceable. During one session, she said: “Strength does not mean destroying someone. It means refusing to destroy yourself for them.”

Turning back to her, I held it up like a prize. Her weak laughter caught me off guard. “Look at you," she croaked, blood dripping from her lips. “You’re pathetic. All men like you are. Weak cowards who think yelling and hitting a woman make them strong.” Her words burned more than I cared to admit. I clenched my jaw, knuckles tightening around the bottle. She was unraveling me, pushing me toward the edge of my carefully cultivated control. How was she still standing tall, even metaphorically, after everything? How could she still challenge me?

My fingers rubbed her cheeks. "I don't want someone like her. I want you. Brave, strong, beautiful you. The woman who survived hell and came out fighting. The woman who's rebuilding herself piece by piece through sheer force of will." My thumbs brushed away tears she didn't realize she'd shed. "You think you're broken? Lily, you're the strongest person I've ever known." "I couldn't even stand up to her," Lily said miserably. "I just stood there and let her say those things."

“Yeah… she was not just a good woman, she was strong and protective. To be like her, to be caring and loving as she did, you have to do better child. You have to be strong!” “How can I be strong when I am in this state? My presence has chased Liza’s wolf away. No one wants me. I see how they walk on the edges around me. Yet you talk about being strong,” I paused and scoffed. “You know it’s easier to say these things when you are even too scared or should I say too careful that you can’t even show your face. Hmmm?” She was quiet, so quiet I thought she had left. But I was wrong. Unknowingly, I started to turn, wanting to be sure she was gone.

“I’m sorry… I might not know. I might have gone through a lot of emotional battles, I might have the problem of lacking resources, I might not be familiar with the term suffering. But I do know one thing…” “What is it?” “That strong woman that’s been mistreated, misesteemed, whom her people have been discarded as no good, as lowly, never to rise from the ashes again, that same strong woman I fell in love with, has never ever let anything stop her. The amount of pain she has faced has never made her to stop being kind to others, it’s never made her to stop helping others. It’s never made her to stop seeing the good in others, the way she saw the good in me.”

I said bringing my hand to my chest. “that woman was strong, she almost had Titan. I really admire her courage and her resilience” I complimented “I am glad you feel that way, she was the strongest woman I'd ever known, and now that she's no more, you are my new number one” he said looking into space as if he could see the fight again “I am glad that you consider me a strong lady and even mention me in the same sentence as that great woman” I replied as I stopped in front of my house.

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

"Even if it plunged me to the darkness, I will prevail. If there is no light, I will create one! And there is no one stopping me! So those words..." Monica sang the next lyrics. She seemed calmer now. The chorus would be the next one now. "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "I will not be stopped anymore!" "Yes, you hurt me. But I know!" "I have become stronger! stronger!" Monica looked at me with a huge smile on her face. Hah. She is certainly enjoying this.

“It's fine. I understand the choices are yours to make and If that's what you really want, then it's fine by me. You have my full support. Just inform me, whenever you are ready…” “But I also want you to remember to never be too hard on yourself. You have all of it now, you've earned it all, all of your hard work during those times have finally paid off and you're living your desired dream. Don't ever let the past get to you. Like a mother she was to me, she caressed my cheek as she continued, “The world only knows your song, but not your story, and truthfully,I've never seen any woman who is as strong as you. Because here you are at the top, even after everything. You're a very strong woman

"No matter what you face, remember this. You always have the strength to start over." The hall erupted in applause. The sound rolled through the room and lingered long after I stepped away from the microphone. After the ceremony, a package arrived for me from a prison in Dryana. The sender was Amanda. I hesitated for a moment, then opened it. Inside lay a crumpled letter and a small grasshopper woven from straw. The handwriting looked rough and uneven. [Ced, I saw you on television. You shine brighter than ever. I've thought about many things in prison. Back then, I really did love you. I was simply blinded by greed and selfishness.