The day he was served the papers, Jeff begged. But my answer was clear. “You chose your paradise, Jeff. Now I’m choosing mine.” Today, I’m writing this from a sunlit terrace in Greece. The water sparkles, Ava laughs beside me, and for the first time in decades, I feel free. Sometimes the best revenge isn’t anger—it’s reclaiming your life, and realizing you were always stronger than the person who left you behind.