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Daniel dropped to his knees, his arrogance gone, his voice breaking. “Please… don’t ruin me.”
Grace looked at him for a long moment — the man who once vowed to protect her, who had left her in the rain like she was nothing. Then she turned toward Tiffany.
Tiffany nodded through tears. “You deserved to know. I thought I loved him too — until I saw what he was capable of. I told you to come back in three days because I needed time to gather proof.”
Outside, the rain began again, tapping gently against the windows.
Grace turned back to Daniel one last time. “You didn’t lose me tonight,” she said. “You lost the woman who would have forgiven you.”
Then she walked out the door, into the rain — the same rain that had once soaked her in despair, now washing her clean.
Freedom, Found in the Storm
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