Page 546 of Wrong Marriage. Right Bride
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A kind built on wounds survived, on betrayals endured, on apologies whispered and actions rebuilt.
The kind that demanded trust earned again and again.
We were not the people we had been.
He was the man who had broken me, and I was the woman who had chosen to stay
Yet here we were, choosing again.
Not as lovers fully healed...
But as two fractured people, daring to try.
Together.
