“You chose them,” she said. “You chose everything except me.”
“I thought I was protecting you,” he insisted.
“You do not get to decide that,” she answered.
After a long silence, she stood up.
“This ends here,” she said. “Goodbye.”
She walked away without turning back.
Months passed as she built her own company, surrounding herself with people who respected her.
The media lost interest, and the past slowly faded.
One day, Patrick handed her a letter.
It was from Caleb.
He apologized again and admitted she deserved better.
Abigail read it quietly, then placed it down.
“I have moved on,” she said softly.
Patrick nodded with quiet pride. Standing by the window, she looked out over the city and smiled. For the first time, her future belonged entirely to her.
