Independent Widow

s, yet in this moment, it felt like an endless sea of memories that refused to fade. She had built walls around herself over the years, walls designed

e, comfort, and security. She had once been the daughter of a powerful family, surrounded by people who loved her-o

atter, her voice drowned out by their expectations and societal pressures. Her future, her happiness, was nothing more than a pawn in a game of

er bachelors in the country. Yet, to Kendra, he was a stranger. From the moment they had been wed, there had been no warmth, no affection-only a cold, calculated partners

at the right moments, and hosted lavish events in their home. But all of it felt empty. Lucas had never once shown any genuine affection for her, and as the years went by, Kendra

came the

so far as to betray her in the most public and humiliating way. It had happened a year ago-an affair with one of his colleagues, a woman

he casually admitted to his infidelity. He didn't care. He had never cared. The words she had heard from his lips that night had shattered the fragile remnants of the woman she had once

ne else's dream, not her own. She had spent years trying to mold herself into the perfect wife, the perfect woman to fit into the world

course of her life forever. She would no longer be a pawn in anyone's game. She would not let herself be def

what she could carry-her pride, her independence, and the determination to never be anyone's victim again. Kendra didn't nee

longer the young woman who had once dreamed of a perfect life. She was someone else now-a woman who had tasted the bitter sting of betrayal

uld grow. She had been a part of that world once, but now, she was an outsider, left to pick up the pieces of her broken dreams. Yet, in those moments of vulnerability, Kendra r

s, focusing on things she had once been passionate about before her life had been consumed by the suffocating expectations of others. Slowly but surely, Kendra began to re

She was no longer defined by her past. She was a woman of her

as hers to conquer, and she was ready to take it on, one step at a time. The pain of betrayal had turned into fu

y had only