FREYA'S POV
The room felt suffocating, the weight of my decision pressing down on me like a heavy fog. As the echoes of Paul's departure lingered in the air, my conscience waged a war within me. Doubt, like a relentless tide, threatened to engulf the shores of certainty I had tried to build.
Had I made the right choice?
The question echoed in the chambers of my thoughts, reverberating with the lingering ache of a wounded connection. Paul, a casualty of my own emotional struggles, had deserved better, yet I couldn't deny the truth—I had done what I believed was necessary.
The turmoil within me raged like a storm. On one shore stood the conviction that honesty, even when painful, was a beacon of truth. On the other, the wreckage of a relationship I had dismantled for the sake of a truth
