Mike’s face turned red, but his silence said everything. Emma stood tall, her voice clear and steady. “I’m done,” she said. “Done with the lies, the mockery, and making myself small so you can feel big.” The room stayed quiet, but Emma had never felt louder.
She walked out with Karen and her friends at her side, shoulders back, heart lighter than it had been in years. That evening, over wine and laughter at a cozy little bistro, she made a toast: to freedom, to self-worth, to starting over. And when a kind-eyed stranger named Alex smiled from across the room, Emma smiled back—ready for whatever came next.
