CHAPTER 6 — The Life He Could Never Touch Again
Weeks later, I stood on the balcony of my father’s estate, holding Toby as the sun set.
Peace felt unfamiliar.
But right.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” I whispered to him.
My father stepped beside me.
“You loved him,” he said gently.
“I loved who I thought he was,” I replied.
Below us, life moved quietly.
No shouting.
No humiliation.
No pretending.
Just truth.
Jasper tried to reach out once.
A message.
An apology.
I never responded.
Because some lessons don’t need revenge.
They just need distance.
I looked down at my son.
“You’ll grow up knowing your worth,” I promised softly.
“And you’ll never have to beg someone to see it.”
For the first time since that hospital door—
I felt whole.
Not because of power.
Not because of wealth.
But because I chose myself.
And that…
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Was something no one could ever take away again.
THE END
