My old family had taught me that I had to be silent, compliant, and rich to be worthy.

They were wrong.

My new family taught me that I had to be honest, kind, and loyal to be worthy.

They were right.

I was no longer the victim.

I was the champion of my own life.

I had chosen love, and love had given me everything my parents’ money never could.

Safety, respect, and a family that truly valued me.

Ethan took my hand.

“Ready to go home, Mrs. Carter?”

I looked at him. I smiled.

“I’m ready.”

We walked out of Rosewood Hall together.

I left the past behind me.

I took the future with me.

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