Then the message loaded:
Just married Rebecca. Been sleeping with her for eight months. You’re boring and pathetic. Enjoy your sad little life.
I stared at the screen until the words stopped registering. No tears. No screaming. Only a cold, motionless calm.

I typed back a single word:
Cool.
In that instant, something firm and precise settled inside me. Ethan believed he had shattered me—but he had forgotten who controlled everything he was leaving behind.
By 3:15 a.m., I was moving with brutal clarity.
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