birthday, I planted another white magnolia beside my new home.
There were no reporters.
No lawyers.
Just my mother, the wind, and sunlight moving softly through the leaves.
For the first time in almost a year, silence did not feel empty.
It felt peaceful.
Adrian had mistaken my love for weakness.
He learned too late that love had only been the reason I kept giving him chances.
When that love was gone, I did not need revenge.
I needed the truth.
And the truth did not need cruelty.
It only