b299 /bThe Weight of Freedom

    bMartha /b

    I had spent three long months missing Vander. The ache was constant, like a dull wound that refused to close. There were nights I wished I had never left, but deep down, I knew I needed that distance. For the first time in my life, I wanted to breathe without someone else’s shadow pressing down ion /ime.

    All my life, I had been defined by others. First, it was my parents. Then ric. Then Vander. I had never truly

    stood on my own, not to discover my strengths, not to confront my weaknesses, not even to learn how to love

    myself. I never had time to pause, to look around, to simply exist without fear. Every step I took was weighed

    down by the need to hold everything together, my marriage, my reputation, my secrets. Always trying, always

    patching, always bracing myself for the inevitable copse.

    And copse it did. Over and over.

    My mother cut me down with her words, breaking me in ways no scar could show. ric tore me apart in every way possible, physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually, financially. He left nothing untouched. By the time Vander came into my life, I thought it was salvation. But even then, the cycle continued, this time in the quiet ache of emotional wounds, in love twisted into something fragile and bruising.

    Abuse became my routine. My normal. My definition of love.

    Until I saw Mara and Lucian.

    Watching the two of them, how they looked at each other, how they carried one another’s burdens, was like a mirror shattering in my face. It made me realize just how warped my life had be. I wasn’t cursed, only unlucky. And for the first time, I questioned if maybe love didn’t have to equal pain.

    I know Vander loves me. I believe that, in his way. But after everything, I was finally free. Free to explore what it meant to simply be me. And I cherished it. For once, I could move without asking permission, could aplish things without someone else dictating my worth. I discovered that I did not need a man toplete me, to make me feel seen, to make things possible.

    Yes, I still longed, forpanionship, for tenderness, for someone’s arms to hold me when the nights grew cold. But I also realized something far more important: I could survive without it.

    That strength, the kind thates from standing alone, was something I had never known I possessed. And now that I had tasted it, I wasn’t willing to let it go.

    Honged for Vander in ways I could never put into words. There were nights I stared at my phone, aching to hear his voice, my fingers hovering over his name. But one day, I snapped, I threw the phone away. Every number, every contact, every thread that could lead me back to him, gone. It was the only way I couldmit to the journey I needed to take.

    He once told me I might leave the country, and he wasn’t wrong. I had thought about it a hundred times. But ! never did. As much bas /bI wanted to run, I loved him too deeply to put oceans between us. Still, I often believed I was nothing more than a shadow in his life, easily reced, easily forgotten. The way he treated me, I thought he kept me around out of pity. After all, wasn’t it me who tricked him into conceiving Darian? Had bI /bbnot /bgotten him drunk that night, had I not stolen that moment, I would never have been his wife. That shame

    haunted me.

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    When I left him, I was certain he would move on without a second thought. That he would find someone better, someone worthy. So when I returned to Mooncrest, I couldn’t bear the idea of facing him. I wanted to go home, but fear pinned me back, the fear of seeing him with another, of learning I had been nothing but a chapter he had already closed.

    Then Mara showed up at my door. That single moment, her smile, her presence, was like a light breaking through. It meant I mattered. That I wasn’t forgotten. And when I isaw /ieveryone gather at Mara’s hospital bedside, I almost slipped away again, convinced I was an outsider. But then I saw it, their faces when they saw me, the way they missed me. Most of all, my son. For the first time, Darian icried /ifor me. His tears shattered something inside me. In that moment, I knew I had been wrong. I was inot /ias receable as I thought. Our time apart had carved out a truth I couldn’t ignore: we needed each other more than we realized.

    And yet, my heart remains torn. I want to run back to Vander, to drown in what I feel for him. But the memory of abuse hangs over me like a shadow. I refuse to walk that road again, not even for love. I would rather live alone, scarred but free, than chain myself to that kind of pain again. My heart trembles on the edge, torn between risking everything and walking away with nothing but a broken heart.

    When Mara’s twins arrived, I was not surprised. I had suspected it all along. With the way she and Lucian loved each other so fiercely, so openly, it was inevitable their bond would spill over into something twice as

    powerful.

    Watching them hold those babies, seeing the strength of their love, it stirred something in me I couldn’t

    one act I would never regret. Because in them, I saw a love so pure, so unshakable, it made me pray to the universe. One day, I whispered, let me know a love like that. Just once, let me taste it.

    name. I had brought them together once out of selfish greed, but that was ithe /i

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