As we left the restaurant, I suggested we take a walk along the beach, just like we used to in the early days of our relationship. The moon cast a silvery glow over the waves, a reminder of life’s constant ebb and flow. “I don’t know what the future holds,” I admitted, “but for Noah’s sake, I want us to try.”
Sophie nodded, relief washing over her features.
“I’d like that too.”
In the end, revenge gave way to reconciliation. In the same city where everything fell apart, we found the courage to rebuild — not as husband and wife, but as co-parents committed to giving our son the love and stability he deserved. And as I looked at Sophie, I realized that forgiveness was not a gift to her, but a liberation for myself.
