Chapter 22
Some wounds, though deep, eventually scab
over–not because the pain disappears, but
because healing insists on coming, no matter
how slow.
Tania and Jackson had finally understood
that apologies, no matter how sincere,
couldn’t erase the years they had allowed
Trina to suffer. After her release from the
hospital, they stopped coming by so often. Instead, they quietly retreated from her life,
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not in bitterness but in respect. They were
still present, in small ways. A fruit basket on
her desk. A book she mentioned casually
arriving by post. Notes left with flowers
signed only with initials.
They were trying, but they weren’t pushing.
And Trina appreciated that. For once, she
could breathe.
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She had peace. Mateo beside her, her father
finally recovering and gaining strength by the
day, and most of all–herself. She was whole
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again, not because of anyone else, but
because she had fought like hell to reclaim
her own life.
Across town, Jackson sat at a quiet café
table, staring out the window with a soft
expression. The world around him moved
quickly, but his thoughts wandered slower,
backward.
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“I think I’ll go see the aurora,” he said aloud to
no one in particular.
Tania, seated across from him with a cup of
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tea, blinked. “The northern lights?”
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He nodded, folding a brochure he’d been
holding. “Somewhere remote. Maybe Norway.
Or Alaska. Just me.”
She didn’t ask why. She already knew.
Jackson had realized, far too late, that Trina
had been the light in his life. And now that
she was marrying another man, he needed to
find a different sky to chase.
And so he packed.
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Meanwhile, Trina was planning the wedding
of her dreams.
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Her gown had been chosen–a timeless,
elegant silk dress with subtle lace detailing
that hugged her gently and flowed like water
behind her. Mateo had handled most of the
logistics, determined not to let her lift a single
stressed finger.
The night before the wedding, her father
walked into her room. The lines on his face
were softer now, his voice stronger, the
hospital’s gloom replaced by a light of pride.
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“You look like your mother,” he whispered,
taking her hand.
Trina smiled. “I wish she were here.”
“She is. She’s right here,” he said, placing his
hand on her heart.
The next day dawned clear and golden.
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Guests gathered at a private garden estate
nestled between towering trees and soft hills.
Rows of white roses lined the aisle, sunlight
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pouring through the canopies above, casting
everything in a warm glow.
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Mateo stood at the altar in a tailored charcoal
suit, his eyes fixed on the far end of the aisle.
And when the soft notes of the violin began,
everyone rose.
Trina emerged, her arm looped around her
father’s. She moved slowly, not out of
hesitation, but to savor every step. She was
glowing–confidence and serenity wrapped in satin and hope.
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Mateo’s eyes welled up the moment he saw
her. There she was–the woman who had
survived betrayal, heartbreak, and violence-
and still stood taller than ever. His bride. His
future.
As she reached the altar, her father kissed
her forehead and whispered, “You’ve always
been brave. Now be happy.”
Trina took Mateo’s hands, and the ceremony
began.
“I, Mateo, vow to love you fiercely and gently.
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To protect you, to support you, to honor every
scar and every smile. With you, I have found
home.”
“And I, Trina, vow to stand beside you with
strength and softness. To share the weight of
life’s trials, to celebrate every joy, and to never
again let anyone take from me what I hold
dear–you.”
They slipped rings on trembling fingers, eyes
never parting.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the
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officiant said. “You may kiss the bride.”
And he did–with tears on his cheeks, her
hands on his face, and the crowd erupting
into joyful applause.
But not everyone was seated in the crowd.
From behind the tall hedges on the garden’s
edge, hidden among the bushes, Jackson
stood quietly–watching.
His suit was wrinkled. His eyes, hollow. And
his fists were clenched.
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He had arrived uninvited, only to watch from
afar.
When he saw her walk down the aisle, radiant
and whole, his breath caught. And when she
exchanged vows, a silent tear slipped down
his cheek.
He couldn’t go back.
He couldn’t fix what had already broken.
He had hurt her too deeply. And while she
had survived, he would always carry the
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burden of knowing he’d been one of the
reasons she almost didn’t.
Jackson turned away when they kissed.
It was too late now.
Far too late.
He slipped away without a sound, the distant sound of laughter echoing behind him, and a pain in his chest he would carry wherever the
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As for Trina…
She was dancing.
Laughing in Mateo’s arms.
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And for the first time in a long, long time–she wasn’t looking back.
