The sky above was a brilliant, endless blue.
For two years, I had shrunk myself to keep a toxic marriage alive. I had excused his late nights, ignored his coldness, and blamed myself for his distance. I had believed that being a good wife meant swallowing my intuition and bearing the burden of his disrespect in silence.
I had been wrong.
True strength wasn’t about enduring mistreatment for the sake of an image; it was about having the courage to tear down the entire structure the moment it proved to be built on lies.
My phone buzzed on the patio table. It was a text from my former employer, offering me a promotion to Director of Portfolio Risk Management for my return from maternity leave next month.
I tapped Accept, locked the screen, and leaned back against the cushions, closing my eyes to feel the warm spring breeze on my skin.
