A month later, Laura was sitting on her balcony with a glass of wine. She thought about how close she had come to losing everything she had worked for. She had been willing to compromise her peace for the sake of a “traditional” life.
She realized that her grandmother’s inheritance wasn’t just a condo; it was her independence. She would never let anyone threaten that again.
She looked at her phone. No missed calls, no drama. Just a text from Jennifer about a brunch date. Laura smiled.
She was thirty-two, successful, and free. The “perfect couple” was an illusion, but her life was very real. And it was hers.
She took a sip of her wine and watched the sunset over the city. She had won. The mama’s boy and his greedy mother were a distant memory, trapped in their own bitter world.
Laura Miller was exactly where she was meant to be. She stood up, went inside, and locked her door. Not because she was afraid, but because she knew exactly who held the keys to her happiness.
