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Family, love, and happiness… THE END

My mind calmed reason and logic won over rage. “Enough,” I yelled across the bloody battlefield. All eyes were on me as my voice resonated with each of them. “Take a knee and pledge yourself again to Father and Mother, and I will spare you. If you continue with this rebellion, I will end you.” I searched for Michael and spotted him across the battlefield. I locked my eyes with his. He was covered in the blood of his brothers and sisters. He nodded at me and urged me to continue. At least 300 fallen from our swords and with at least another few hundred still standing. The savagery of what we did to these fallen would burn into our very souls. Their broken and bloody bodies laying there torn a

I swore that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would treasure her, spoil her, and love her. "I swore that I would give her a happy family. But in the end, I hurt her deeply while claiming that it was love. "I repented, but time won't turn back, and Liv won't forgive me, either. I deserved this ending. I can't blame it on anyone else." People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn't see the future, they would become extra aware of the past. He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes.

Seraphina stood behind him and clenched her fists in anger. Aidan slowly turned around and walked toward somewhere. The video stopped there. However, I could already predict what he was going to do. Aidan would apologize to her, and then they would reconcile and continue their disgusting relationship. After I ended the video, I sent a text message to that colleague. I thanked her and wished her all the best in her future endeavors. After three days in this foreign country, I started familiarizing myself with my surroundings. Just when I was about to head out, I received a call from an unknown number.

Was this how it turned out? The End.

The air smelled faintly of rain and new beginnings. He said, “You did good today.” I stepped close. “And so did you.” He hesitated. “Goodnight,” I said. He nodded. Then he whispered, “Stay safe.” I nodded. He left. I watched him drive away. The fundraiser wasn’t just about kids anymore. It was about redemption. And maybe—even healing.

A woman who would forever live in their hearts. That was the end of the story, but the grief and love would never truly end.

Her uterus had been brutally damaged, and the unborn child was lost. Ivy survived, but had permanently lost her ability to bear children. The irony wasn't lost on me - the woman who had used pregnancy as a weapon would never be able to have children again. After reading the news report, I looked meaningfully at Kane, who was drinking his morning coffee at our kitchen table. "See that?" I said, holding up my phone. "This is what happens when you cheat." Kane's eyes went wide with panic as he processed my words. "Pfft—"

Then, I continued, "As for Morgan, you can have full custody. I won't fight you for it. I'll pay for the child support until he's an adult. This is the last responsibility I will fulfill as his mother." He stared at the papers with shaking hands, tears hitting the table. The man who used to be at the top of the business world was now sobbing like a young boy. But I wouldn't feel anything for him anymore. In the end, Samuel signed the divorce papers. "Why... Why can't you forgive me?" He choked on the words. I picked up my cup of coffee and took a small sip as I looked out at the bright sunlight outside the window. "Because I don't love you anymore."