Hollow apologies
He stands before me, voice trembling as he utters the words, “I’m sorry for everything.” But those words feel empty now, stripped of any real weight after all he’s done. Apologies can’t erase the betrayal, the lies, or the damage left in their wake. I meet his gaze without flinching and reply, “It’s too late for that.” My voice is steady, and I mean every word. The past is etched too deeply into my memory to be undone with a single apology.
He tries again, rambling about misunderstandings and intentions, but I’ve heard enough. I raise my hand and stop him midsentence. Lisa stands quietly beside me, the silent embodiment of the journey we’ve shared. Her presence reminds me of our purpose—to expose the truth and reclaim control. I turn to her and say simply, “We need to go.” With that, I walk away, the conversation finished. His words may have sought redemption, but my resolve is firm. I’m not looking back.
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