He was never mine
he said softly.
“Yes,” I whispered. “We survived. And we built something real.”
For the first time in my life, I felt completely at peace. Not just happiness, but a deep, steady joy that came from knowing we had earned this life together. The girl who had once run, the woman who had faked her death, the child who had cried alone in fear and pain—she was gone. In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear.
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