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Then one afternoon, outside a local bookstore, I ran into Julia — a mutual friend of Lisa’s.
My stomach turned. Julia went on, mentioning court hearings and Rick losing his temper in front of a judge.
It was karma, I suppose. But I didn’t feel satisfaction.
Just sadness.
When She Asked for Help Again, I Had My Answer
Two weeks later, my phone rang again.
Lisa.
Her voice cracked with emotion. “Ivy, they’re taking everything. I don’t know who else to turn to. Could you help me? Just a little? Just to get by?”
My heart squeezed. But I remembered the ache of the past three years.
“Lisa,” I said quietly, “you still owe me $25,000.”
“I know,” I replied. “That’s how I felt for three years.”
After I hung up, I didn’t feel angry.
I felt peace.
Rebuilding After Betrayal — And Learning to Set Boundaries
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