Relief flooded their faces.
“Not because I forgive you,” I continued. “But because I want nothing more to do with you.”
I canceled the transfer on my phone.
“The lie ends today.”
As I drove away, I felt lighter than I had in years.
For the first time, Marina truly died—not in a coffin, but in my heart.
And this time, I didn’t mourn.
I celebrated.
Because sometimes, discovering the truth hurts more than loss…
but it’s also the only thing that finally sets you free.
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