What Comes Next
The initial rage I felt had shifted into something colder, more determined. This wasn’t about getting even anymore — it was about understanding how deep the betrayal went. I needed clarity. I needed answers. And more than anything, I needed to reclaim my sense of control.
I started thinking about what I’d do next. Should I confront him directly? Call him out publicly? Or stay quiet and keep gathering evidence until he had nowhere left to run? My heart said one thing, but my mind leaned another way. The only certainty was this: I couldn’t ignore the truth anymore.
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