“Rachel,” my friend said softly, “you’re not wrong for wanting a fresh start. But are you sure you won’t regret giving him up? You fought so hard to become a mother.”
“I just… I just can’t do it,” I said, tears finally breaking through.
“Every time I look at him, all I see is betrayal. I want a life where I’m not constantly reminded of what they did to me.”
“I get it,” my friend replied, nodding sympathetically. “But remember, it’s your choice.
No one else’s.”
I nodded, wiping my tears. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to relocate, far away from here, from the pain, and start over.
And as I packed my things, preparing for the move, Will showed up at the door one last time. “Rachel,” he said, his voice raw with emotion, “please, don’t do this. Don’t leave him.
He needs you.”
I looked at him, all the love I once felt replaced by a cold, hard determination. “You needed me too, Will,” I replied, my voice firm. “But you still betrayed me.
This… this is my way of surviving. Goodbye.”
