My Godfather is my Soulmate
They weren’t powerful rivals anymore; they were just two men sharing the same heartbreaking, humiliating truth.
I was the only one left standing. My hands, still flat on the table, were shaking slightly, but I willed myself to be still. I finally took a deep breath, and the cold air filling my lungs gave me the clarity I needed. The pain was still there, a sharp, aching sorrow for the mother I witnessed suffer all through these years, but now I was tempered with a clear purpose. I had to end this.
"The war is over," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence. "This isn't a truce. It's not a negotiation. It's done."
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