My Husband Slapped Me in Front of His Executives to Prove He Was the Boss—The Next Morning, He Walked Into the Boardroom and Saw Me Sitting in the Chairman’s Seat
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Chapter 13 - Rebecca Sent Me a Photograph
Rebecca Sloan moved to Denver.
She eventually married someone else.
Before her wedding, she sent me a message.
I almost ignored it.
Then I opened the photograph.
Her daughter—not David's; Rebecca and David had never had children—was holding a stuffed giraffe beside a wedding dress.
Rebecca wrote:
I know I'm probably the last person you'd expect to hear from. I wanted to thank you for not turning me into the villain in a story David wrote for both of us. I knew enough to know I was doing wrong, and I own that. I hope you're well.
I responded:
I am. I hope you are too.
Nothing more.
May you like
Not every repaired relationship needs friendship.
Sometimes peace is enough.
