Chapter 14
Lucien’s words echoed in my mind long after he left. Regret—it was a word he repeated, but it meant nothing to me anymore. Actions mattered, not empty apologies.
Still, I felt a strange sense of closure. Seeing him face me, admitting his faults, somehow helped me let go of the anger that had weighed me down for so long.
That night, I told Daniel everything. I shared the encounter, the feelings it stirred, and my resolve to move forward.
He listened quietly, then smiled.
“You’re stronger than you know, Aurora. I’m proud of you.”
His words felt like a balm on my bruised soul.
The next day, I decided to take a bold step. I organized an exhibition of my designs, inviting friends, clients, and even some of the Sullivan family.
The event was a success. My work received praise, and for once, I felt seen—not as Lucien’s wife, but as Aurora Diaz, a woman with her own voice and dreams.
As the night ended, I stood on the balcony, looking out at the city lights.
I thought about everything—the pain, the betrayal, the hope.
And I knew, no matter what came next, I was ready.
Ready to live for me.