Camila looked at the ring, remembering everything—the pain, the loneliness, the strength it took to survive.
She gently closed the box, but kept hold of his hand.
“Keep it,” she said softly. “Show me ten years of staying… and maybe then I’ll wear it.”
Lucas nodded, eyes full of emotion, holding her hand tightly.
In the distance, Noah ran toward them, laughing, holding a red balloon.
It didn’t matter how their story had begun.
What mattered was that Camila had been strong enough to survive it—and strong enough to demand something better.
Sometimes, the deepest betrayals don’t destroy you.
They force you to become someone unbreakable—and, in the process, force others to finally grow up.
