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When I saw him again after everything he put me through, I thought maybe we could talk - really talk - and finally let the truth breathe. Instead, I walked straight back into the same twisted dance we always did: his questions that weren't questions, his apologies that never existed, and the gaslighting that felt rehearsed. One moment he kissed me; the next, he made me feel delusional for wanting closure.
And just when I thought we were alone, he made sure we weren't. He wanted witnesses. He wanted an audience for my hurt. He wanted me craving him again - and he knew it.
This chapter is about seeing the patterns I once excused, the games I once thought were love, and the version of me he tried to convince the world I was. It's the moment I realized he didn't come for peace, or truth, or healing. He came to watch me break.
But this time, I didn't.