The Night I Finally Chose Myself

He stammered. Said her name was Clara. “It wasn’t serious.” “It was a mistake.” “It didn’t mean anything.”

I took his hand, calmly.

“You know what hurts? Not the affair. Not Clara. But how lazy you were. How you left her underwear in my bed and lied to my face.”

I stood, set my house key on the table, and walked away.

No shouting. No revenge.

Just freedom.

Starting Over

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