Neighbors were stunned, and a few even texted me privately, offering their support.
Then came the call. Benjamin.
“Cleo, take the photos down. Please,” his voice was frantic, desperate.
“You don’t need to do this.”
“Oh, I do,” I said calmly. “You didn’t think twice about betraying me. I’m not deleting anything.”
“Please, Cleo,” he begged, “this could ruin me.”
“I don’t care anymore, Benjamin,” I replied, my voice steady.
“You made your choices. Now you’ll live with them.”
There was a long pause on the line. “I’ll see you in court,” I added, and then I hung up.
I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined my life, but I wasn’t going to be a victim. I was taking control of my own story, and I was ready for whatever came next.
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