My Brother’s Fiancée Was My Childhood Bully — and the Past Came Back to Light

We never spoke of it again. Nancy faded from my life once more, this time by choice rather than escape. And in the stillness that followed, I realized something gentle and unexpected: I didn’t feel triumphant.

I felt free. Not because I had won, but because the past no longer owned me. Some scars remain, yes — but they no longer bleed.

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