When my best friend left town for a work trip, she asked me to watch her house. I agreed, not knowing I’d uncover her husband’s betrayal—and his secret plan to take everything from her. But when I told her the truth, she didn’t thank me. She accused me instead.
They said friends were the family you chose. I used to believe that with all my heart. Jessica had been my best friend since college, and even after all these years, we remained close.
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We’d laughed, cried, and shared almost everything. But my intuition had never screamed louder than the day I met Mark, Jessica’s husband. Something about him felt wrong.
Cold eyes with a warm smile. Like someone pretending to be kind but hiding something darker underneath. I didn’t like him then. And I liked him even less now.
One day, Jessica and I were sitting on her porch, like we had so many times before.
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The air was soft with late spring heat, warm but not heavy, and her cat, Taco, sprawled on the sunlit tiles like royalty, one paw twitching in a dream.
Jessica stirred honey into her tea, slow and quiet. Then she looked up at me with that guilty little smile I knew all too well—the kind she wore when she wanted something but didn’t want to ask.
“I need a favor,” Jessica said. Her voice was soft, like she already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming.
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I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. “What kind of favor?”
She avoided my eyes. “I’m flying to New York next week. Big marketing pitch. I’ll be gone five days.”
I waited. She still hadn’t asked anything real.
“Could you check in on the house?” she added. “Feed Taco, water the plants, maybe bring in the mail. Just keep it from looking empty.”
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I raised an eyebrow. “And your husband? What’s he doing while you’re gone?”
She looked down at her tea. “He said it’s not really his thing.”
I blinked. “What’s not his thing?”
“Taking care of the house. Feeding the cat. He said it’s not a man’s job.”
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I scoffed and shook my head. “So, he can close real estate deals and wear cufflinks before noon, but a can of cat food is too much?”
Her jaw tightened. “Mark’s just not domestic. That’s just how he is.”
I leaned forward. “Jess, I love you. You know that. But you’re doing it again.”
She frowned. “Doing what?”
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“You’re making excuses for him. Again. He doesn’t do much, but you keep defending him. Why?”
Her voice got louder. “You’ve never liked him. From day one. You always look for reasons to hate him.”
“I had reasons, Jess. I still do. My gut said no the moment I met him.”
She pointed a finger at me. “You’re alone, Lee. And that’s not his fault.”
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I flinched. That one hit hard, but I kept my voice steady. “You think I’m jealous? You think I want your life?”
She stood up and crossed her arms. “You never gave him a chance. You decided you didn’t like him before you even heard him speak.”
Before I could answer, the sliding door opened behind her. Mark walked out like he owned the world. Crisp polo. Perfect hair. Phone in hand, thumbs tapping.
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“What are we talking about?” he said. “Me again?”
“Just your refusal to feed the cat,” I said.
He gave that smug smile I hated. “I delegate where it makes sense. It’s called efficiency.”
I turned to Jessica. “He hasn’t looked up from that phone. Who’s he texting so much?”
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“It’s work,” she said. “He has a big client. Real estate.”
I stared at his screen. “Must be a very flirty deal.”
Jessica slammed her glass down. “Enough. If you’re going to keep insulting him, maybe you shouldn’t help.”
I sighed. “I said I’d do it, and I will. For you. Not for him.”
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Mark looked up. “Try not to rearrange the furniture.”
I smiled. “Wouldn’t want to upset your kingdom.”
But I was already planning to keep my eyes open.
It was late afternoon when I pulled into Jessica’s driveway. The sky looked strange—dark clouds rolled in slow, and the air felt still, like it was waiting for something bad to happen.
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I parked and walked up the steps. The back door key was warm in my hand. I unlocked it and stepped inside.
Taco was there right away, rubbing against my leg, purring loud like always. He had no idea what was going on.
I bent down and gave him a quick scratch behind the ears. “Hey, buddy,” I whispered. “Let’s get you some food.”
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I filled his bowl and poured some water, then walked around the kitchen. I checked the plants in the window and the mail on the counter. Everything looked normal. Too normal. That’s when I heard it.
Laughter.
A man’s voice—Mark. And then a woman’s laugh followed.
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I froze at the bottom of the stairs. My heart pounded. I moved slowly, quiet as I could. The bedroom door was open just a little. I stepped closer and peeked in.
Mark was on the bed. Half his shirt was unbuttoned. Next to him was a woman, wearing Jessica’s robe, sipping from her favorite glass like she owned the place.
“I told you it would work,” Mark said. He raised his glass and took a sip. “She signed it without reading. Didn’t even ask questions. Just trusted me like always.”
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The woman laughed. “Are you sure this gives you the house?”
Mark leaned back against the pillows. “Yes. Once I get it notarized on Friday, it’s done. She thinks it’s just boring bank papers. Something about refinancing. I made it sound simple.”
The woman looked around the room. “What about all her stuff? Clothes? Books?”
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He waved his hand. “We’ll throw out what we don’t want. Maybe sell a few things. I already packed some boxes. The rest is trash. The cat’s going too.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Wow. She’s going to be crushed.”
Mark smirked. “She won’t be. We’ll be long gone before she knows. I’ve been looking at condos in Miami. Pool, gym, all that. This place will be listed by the time she gets back.”
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I felt sick. I couldn’t listen anymore. My foot hit the edge of the stair. A soft creak.
Mark’s head turned. “Did you hear that?” he asked, voice sharp.
I didn’t wait. I ran. Down the stairs. Out the back door. Into my car. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. I hit Jessica’s name.
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“Lee?” she answered. “What’s going on?”
“There’s a woman in your house. With Mark. I saw them. I heard everything. He tricked you into signing papers. He’s stealing your house.”
She didn’t answer right away.
Then she said, “You’re lying.”
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“I’m not. Jess, please believe me—”
“You’ve always hated him. You’ve been waiting for a reason to tear us apart. You’re jealous. And now you’re making up stories.”
“No, I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to protect you.”
Her voice turned cold. “Don’t call me again.”
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Click. The line went dead.
Later that evening, my doorbell rang. I opened it. Mark stood there. Calm. Hands in his pockets.
“She told me everything,” he said. “About your little story.”
I didn’t blink. “I’m not afraid of you.”
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He stepped closer. “You should be. Keep pushing, and someone’s going to get hurt.”
I knew Jessica wouldn’t believe me unless she saw everything with her own eyes. Words wouldn’t be enough.
Not even tears would move her. Jessica was too in love with him. Too loyal. Too proud.
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She wouldn’t walk away without something solid. Proof she could touch. Proof she couldn’t explain away.
That’s why I did something I hated—something that felt cold and cruel, but also right.
I downloaded a fake call app. I set it up to look like the hospital was calling her.
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The message said I had been in a car accident. It said I was in the emergency room and not waking up.
I knew it was wrong to scare her like that, but it was the only thing that would pull her back fast.
And it worked.
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Six hours later, there was a knock at my door. Jessica stood there, breathing hard. Her hair was messy. Her eyes were wide. She looked like she had run the whole way.
“Are you okay?” Jessica asked as she rushed inside. Her face was pale, and her breath came fast. She looked like she had been crying.
“I’m fine,” I said. “There was no accident. I’m not hurt. I made it up.”
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“You lied to me?” she shouted. Her voice shook. “What the hell, Lee? Why would you do that?”
“Because you wouldn’t listen,” I said. “You wouldn’t hear me. I had to bring you back. I needed you to see it for yourself.”
She stared at me, her eyes wide and full of pain. For a moment, I thought she might hit me. But then she took a deep breath and said, “Okay. Show me.”
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We drove to her house. Neither of us spoke. The silence felt heavy.
When we reached her block, I parked a few houses down. We got out and walked slowly. At her window, we stopped and looked inside.
Mark was on the couch with the same woman. They were kissing like they didn’t have a care in the world.
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Jessica didn’t speak. She took out her phone. Her hands shook, but she snapped photo after photo. Her jaw tightened.
“I want to go inside,” she said.
We walked to the door. It was unlocked.
Inside, everything was different. The scent of her favorite candle was gone.
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The hallway was cold and quiet. Black trash bags lined the wall. Boxes were stacked on top of each other.
Sharp words written across them: “JUNK,” “DONATE,” “TRASH.” Her life was being packed away like it meant nothing.
Jessica’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “Mark!”
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He turned around fast, eyes wide. “Jessica? What the hell are you doing here?”
She stepped forward. Her voice was loud. Her hands were tight fists at her sides. “What am I doing here? Are you serious? You liar! You cheat! You’re throwing away my life like it’s trash!”
The woman on the couch jumped up. She grabbed her purse and started moving toward the door. “I’ll just—”
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“Sit down!” Jessica snapped. “I’m not finished.”
Mark raised both hands. “Jess, wait. This isn’t what it looks like.”
She laughed, but it sounded sharp and cold. “Not what it looks like? You’re kissing another woman in my house! She’s wearing my robe. Drinking from my glass. You’re tossing my things in garbage bags. And you’re telling her my house is yours now?”
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Mark looked nervous. “You signed the papers. You didn’t even read them.”
“You tricked me,” Jessica said. Her voice was shaking now. “You told me it was for refinancing. You stood in front of me and lied.”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. They’re signed. It’s legal. It’s done. You just ruined everything.”
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Then he turned to me and pointed. “This is her fault. Lee. She’s been against me from the start. She poisoned your mind.”
Jessica took one step toward him. “No, Mark. You did this all by yourself. Lee told the truth. You think you can break me? You think you can take everything I own and leave me with nothing?”
She shook her head. “You’ll be left with nothing. Just your ego. And that won’t help you now.”
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Mark’s face twisted. “You’ll regret this.”
“No,” Jessica said. Her voice was calm now. “You will.”
She pointed at the door. “Get out. Both of you. I don’t want to see either of you in this house again.”
The woman ran out first. She didn’t look back. Mark stood there a second longer.
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His jaw was tight. His fists clenched. Then he turned and walked out. He slammed the door behind him.
Jessica didn’t move. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just stood there. Still and quiet.
I looked at her. “You’re awfully calm.”
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She turned to me. “Because I already knew. I’ve felt it for a while. I knew he was cheating. I saw the strange paperwork. I just didn’t want to believe it. I needed proof.”
“You could’ve told me,” I said.
“I didn’t want it to feel fake,” she said. “I needed him to think I still trusted him. And I needed you to act normal. You did.”
I nodded. “So… you used me?”
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She shook her head. “No. I trusted you. Even when I acted like I didn’t. You stood by me.”
“I always will,” I said.
She gave me a small smile. Then she looked at the bags and boxes. “Let’s clean this up. I’ve got a life to rebuild.”
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Five Years After My Wife’s Death, I Took My Child to My Best Friend’s Wedding – When I Saw the Bride, My Daughter Asked, ‘Daddy, Why Are You Crying?’
Five years after losing my wife, my daughter and I attended my best friend’s wedding. But my world shattered when he lifted the bride’s veil. As my daughter whispered, “Daddy, why are you crying?” the bride locked eyes with me — and in that instant, everything fell apart.
I never planned to go to that party. My buddy Mark had to drag me there, promising it would “get me out of my funk.”
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I’d been working double shifts at the construction site all week, and my body felt like concrete had replaced my muscles.
“Just one hour,” Mark said, practically shoving me through the door of some downtown apartment. “Then you can go home and be a hermit again.”
Funny how the biggest moments in life happen when you least expect them.
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The party was full of people who didn’t look like they’d ever lifted anything heavier than a martini glass. I felt out of place in my worn jeans and faded t-shirt.
But that’s when I saw Natalie.
She wasn’t supposed to be there either. I later found out she was just dropping something off for a friend.
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Our eyes locked across the room, and something clicked into place. Sparks, connection, whatever you want to call it; I knew I wanted her in my life.
“Who is that?” I asked Mark, nodding toward her.
He followed my gaze and whistled low. “Natalie. Don’t waste your time, man. Her family owns half the city.”
But I was already walking toward her.
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She smiled when I approached, and that smile hit me like a wrecking ball.
“I’m Jake,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Natalie,” she replied, her voice soft but confident. Her hand was small in mine, but her grip was firm. “You look about as comfortable here as I feel.”
We talked for hours that night.
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She wasn’t what I expected (no trust fund princess attitude, just genuine warmth and curiosity). By the end of the evening, I knew I was in trouble.
“My parents would hate you,” she said as I walked her to her car, moonlight catching in her dark hair.
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
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She looked up at me with those eyes that seemed to see right through me. “Probably. But I don’t think I care.”
Six months later, we were married. Her parents didn’t attend the wedding. They cut her off completely: no trust fund, no family vacations, nothing.
But Natalie just squeezed my hand and told me, “I don’t care about the money. I only want you.”
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For a while, it was enough.
We moved into a small two-bedroom apartment. I worked construction during the day and took night classes in architectural design. Natalie got a job at a local gallery. We were happy, or so I thought.
Then Emma was born, and something shifted.
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The warmth in Natalie’s eyes began to fade. She started comparing our life to the one she’d left behind.
“My college roommate just bought a vacation home in the Hamptons,” she mentioned one night as we ate macaroni and cheese at our tiny kitchen table. Emma was asleep in her crib beside us.
“That’s nice,” I said, not looking up from the blueprints I was studying.
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“She invited us to visit. I had to tell her we couldn’t afford the trip.”
I felt the sting of her words. “We’re doing okay, Nat. Things will get better.”
“When?” she asked, her voice sharp. “When Emma’s in college? When we’re retired? I’m tired of waiting for ‘better,’ Jake.”
Our arguments became more frequent.
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She hated budgeting and despised our humble life.
“This isn’t what I signed up for,” she’d say.
As if I’d somehow tricked her. As if love was supposed to pay the bills.
“You knew who I was when you married me,” I reminded her during one particularly brutal fight.
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“Maybe that was the problem,” she said coldly. “I thought you’d be more by now.”
The next day, I came home from work early, planning to surprise her with flowers. The apartment was quiet.
Natalie’s suitcase and all her things were gone.
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In the crib, I found a note:
“I want a divorce. I’m sorry, but our marriage was a mistake. I left Emma with Mrs. Santiago down the hall. You can keep her.”
I called her phone a hundred times. No answer. I drove to her parents’ mansion, desperate and wild-eyed.
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The security guard wouldn’t let me through the gate.
“You’re not welcome here, sir,” he told me, looking almost sorry.
“Please, I just need to talk to Natalie,” I begged.
“Sir, I need you to leave the premises.”
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Two days later, I was served with divorce papers. Natalie had signed away her parental rights to Emma.
Her father’s lawyers handled everything with brutal efficiency.
Then came the final blow.
Six months after she left, I called her parents’ house one last time.
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“She’s gone,” her mother said, her voice flat. “Natalie died in a car accident. Don’t call again. You meant nothing to her.”
The line went dead.
I collapsed on our kitchen floor, sobbing until Emma woke up crying too.
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They wouldn’t even let me see her grave. She was erased from my life as if she had never existed.
I threw myself into work and raising Emma. I finished my degree and started designing homes instead of just building them. People noticed my talent.
Within three years, I was running my own firm. Emma grew into a smart, happy little girl who looked just like her mother.
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Five years passed. Life went on and the pain dulled to an occasional ache.
Then the invitation arrived.
Stefan, my best friend from a few years ago, was getting married. We’d struggled to keep in touch after he joined the military, but now he wanted me at his wedding.
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“What do you think, Em? Should we go see Uncle Stefan get married?” I asked my daughter as she colored.
“Will there be cake?” she asked seriously.
I laughed. “There will definitely be cake. A big, fancy one.”
“Then we should go,” she decided, returning to her masterpiece.
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The wedding was at a seaside resort, all white flowers and ocean breezes. Stefan hugged me tight when we arrived.
“Man, look at you! All grown up and successful,” he said, punching my arm lightly. “And this beautiful young lady must be Emma.”
Emma smiled shyly.
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The ceremony was beautiful.
Guests filled the white chairs on the beach. Emma sat beside me, swinging her feet and playing with the flower I’d tucked into her hair.
The music started, and everyone stood.
The bride walked down the aisle with her face veiled.
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Then came the moment.
Stefan beamed as she approached. When she reached him, he gently lifted her veil.
I stopped breathing. Tears streamed down my face before I realized I was crying.
Emma looked up, confused. “Daddy, why are you crying?”
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I was frozen, staring at a ghost of my dead ex-wife in a white wedding dress.
Natalie turned to smile at the guests, but her eyes went wide in shock when she saw me standing there with our daughter.
Then she bolted.
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Stefan called after her, bewildered, but she was already gone. I stood, legs shaking.
“Stay with Aunt Linda,” I told Emma, guiding her toward Stefan’s sister before following Natalie.
I found her in a corridor, trembling, pale, clinging to her wedding dress.
“You’re dead,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “They told me you were dead.”
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She stammered, “I-I didn’t know they told you that.”
I laughed, hollow. “I begged them to let me see your grave. I spent years grieving you, Natalie.”
Tears pooled in her eyes. “I just wanted a way out… to start fresh. My father arranged everything.”
Fury rose in me.
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“You let me mourn you. I had to tell our daughter her mother was dead! It was one thing to sign away your parental rights, but this? What the hell?”
Natalie flinched. “I thought she’d be better off without me.”
Stefan appeared, looking tense and confused. “What’s going on? Why did my fiancée just run out of our wedding? And why are you two fighting?”
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I turned to him. “Because five years ago, she left me and our daughter. And then her family told me she was dead.”
“What?” Stefan’s face drained of color.
“Her father had lawyers cut all ties. Then they told me she died in a car accident. I mourned her. And now I find her at the altar, marrying my best friend.”
Stefan confronted Natalie. “Tell me you didn’t fake your death.”
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She couldn’t deny it.
“Oh my God, Natalie,” Stefan whispered, broken.
Stefan walked away, face pale, fists clenched. The wedding was called off. Natalie’s parents appeared from nowhere and whisked her away.
They didn’t say a word to me. But I didn’t follow. Not this time.
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Two weeks later, Stefan and I met for drinks.
“She fooled everyone,” he said bitterly, staring into his glass. “Her parents introduced us at some charity event last year. She never mentioned being married before or having a child.”
I nodded, but strangely, I felt at peace. “You couldn’t have known.”
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“Are you okay?” Stefan asked.
I considered the question. “Yeah, I think I am. For years, I wondered what I did wrong and why she left. Now I know it wasn’t about me at all.”
I realized I wasn’t broken anymore. I had my daughter and my successful career now.
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I had built a life despite the wreckage she had left behind. And for the first time in five years, I felt truly, completely free.
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