Independent Widow

tion at the start-up Harper had told her about. The page felt like a blank canvas, one where she could create the future she had dreamed of. It was stran

yping. The words flowed easily, th

appearances mattered more than my own happiness. But I am no longer the woman who remains silent and hidden in the shadows

t that the world would judge her based on the family name she carried, the wealth she inherited, and the man who stood beside her. Lucas had been her shiel

e feeling was both liberating and terrifying. There was no turning back now. She had taken the

into it alone. Her friends, like Harper, had been supportive, but no one truly understood the weight of her past. The sc

ortant now seemed like a distant dream. But it wasn't just the material things she had left behind. It was the persona she had worn for so long, the one that had convinced the

oval, for appearances. The new Kendra didn't need that

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ns were filled with more courses and exploring new ways to empower herself. She had also joined a few online communities focused on women's rights and advocacy, sharing her own story when she

r if she had made the right choice. It would have been so easy to go back, to throw herself into the arms of the life she had once known. The stability, the com

k, she would lose herself forever. She had fought too hard to get to this point, to

upting her thoughts. It

e – Applicat

eceived her application and was inviting her for an interview. She st

he company, but to herself. She wasn't the same woman who had been married to Lucas. She wasn't the woman who had been betra

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at made her feel confident and empowered. The moment she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blazer, she felt a sense

e, and as soon as she walked through the doors, Kendra felt like she had found a place where she truly belonged. The walls

calm her racing thoughts. She had prepared for this moment, but no amount of preparation could quie

r been. She had endured betrayal, and she had survived. She had learned to trust he

conference room, where two women were sitting, both dressed professionally and exuding confi

ndshake. "Thank you for coming in today. We've been look

ice steady as she spoke. "Thank you f

on for helping women. She wasn't just talking about the work she had done in marketing; she was talking about he

done her best, and for the first time in a long while, that was enough. She wasn't looking for val

tain, but for the first time, Kendra felt ready to face it head-on. She had taken the first ste