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Finally, my soul could break free from Terry.

He returned to our old home with my ashes, searching for memories.

The bare walls of our living room shocked him.

Frantically, he scoured the house, finding our wedding photo shattered in a storage corner, my face viciously scratched out by Katherine.

Everything had changed.

Terry realized he had no photos of me left.

He collapsed, clutching my urn, tears streaming silently. He played the cancer documentary on his phone. Seeing my gaunt face, he broke down completely.

“I’m so sorry, Wendy,” he sobbed.

“It’s all my fault. I regret everything. Marrying you was my dream–no one forced me.”

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Once, this sight would have shattered my heart.

Now, his remorse just made me sick.

Of course it was his fault. As Katherine said, my suffering stemmed from his silent approval.

His repeated “I’m sorry” meant nothing.

It took Katherine’s betrayal for him to remember my worth.

12:30

13/15

I couldn’t stand his face any longer.

I sensed my mother’s soul calling from afar.

As my spirit faded, I felt an unfamiliar lightness. Nothing held me to this world anymore.

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