A year has passed now. I’m healing in ways I once believed were impossible. I’m dating someone new—kind, steady, and honest in ways Camden only pretended to be. People sometimes ask if I feel satisfied knowing karma found them so cruelly. The truth is, I don’t dwell on it. What matters most is not what happened to them, but what I escaped. I am free from a marriage built on lies, free from a friendship rooted in manipulation, free from a future that would have slowly destroyed me. Losing my baby will always ache, but surviving betrayal taught me something grief alone could not. Sometimes the real miracle isn’t what you gain after devastation—it’s what you walk away from. And sometimes, choosing yourself is the truest form of justice.
