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A week later, Martha called begging me to forgive Alex because his life had completely fallen apart after the wedding disaster. I hung up without answering. A few days later, I mailed Alex a framed photograph of the lake house with a short note that simply read: “You’ll never see it again.” Then I drove there myself. I spent the weekend opening windows, cleaning rooms, and letting fresh air wash away every memory tied to him. On my final evening, I sat alone on the dock watching the sunset reflect across the water while thinking about everything I had survived. For years, I believed fairytales ended with a prince rescuing the princess. But sometimes the real happy ending begins when the princess realizes she was always strong enough to save herself.
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