Old wounds
This admission reopened old wounds, but it also provided a sense of vindication. I had long suspected his involvement, but hearing it confirmed was a different kind of pain.
‘You ruined my life, do you understand that?’ I said, struggling to keep my emotions in check. His silence was heavy with regret, but words wouldn’t change the past.
Despite the hurt, part of me felt validated, knowing the truth was finally out in the open.
