It was not my voice she finally heard—

it was his.

Unleashed like thunder

against the silence I’d carried for too long.

He said what I never dared:

called out the lies, the betrayals,

named her truth aloud—

the one she kept burying under charm and spin.

Lying. Cheating. Whore.

Not as a weapon,

but as a mirror.

A mirror she never wanted.

And now, that’s all she sees—

not the decades of loyalty,

not the saving,

not the late-night rescues

or the thousand small forgiving’s.

Just the sound of truth finally breaking the surface.

Truth, unleashed.

Justice never whispers.

A reckoning she never thought would come—

and certainly not from him.

But reckonings do not ask permission.

They arrive when silence can no longer hold the weight.

Let her spiral.

Let her reword the narrative.

Let her emotional immaturity shine.

Let her ghosting prevail to avoid the truth.

The record stands.

This is my closure—

No more shield.

No more silence.

No more protecting the very person

who never protected me.

And no more wearing the villain’s mask,

in the story she keeps rewriting.

I have laid it down—

and I am walking away clean.