“Kelly, please. I’m desperate,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.
“You’re unbelievable,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “Fix your own mess. And don’t you ever drag Jack into this again.”
My chest was tight with disbelief and fury. Clara, the sister who had humiliated me for so long, was now begging to have my life instead of hers. Weeks passed before I heard from Clara again.
This time, it was a letter. I hesitated before opening it, bracing myself for more drama. Instead, I found an apology.
“I’m sorry,” it began. “Not just for the call, but for all of it. For the way I’ve treated you over the years.
I always envied you, Kelly. I envied how much Jack loves you, how happy you are, even without the things I thought mattered most.”
She admitted she’d built her life on appearances, on things that didn’t mean anything once Tyler walked away. She wrote about selling the mansion, moving into a small apartment, and taking a job at a café to make ends meet.
“It’s humbling,” she wrote. “But maybe I needed this. I’m starting to realize that everything I thought I wanted wasn’t worth what I thought it was.”
For the first time in my life, I felt something close to sympathy for Clara.
Her world had crumbled, and for once, she wasn’t pretending it hadn’t. “Are you going to forgive her?” Jack asked one evening as we sat on the porch, watching the sunset. I sighed, turning the letter over in my hands.
Maybe this was the wake-up call she needed.”
Jack reached for my hand, his thumb tracing slow circles on my palm. “You’ve got the biggest heart out of all the people I know. Just remember, forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting.”
I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“I’ll forgive her,” I said quietly. “But it’ll take time. And I’m keeping my boundaries.”
“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile.
As the sky turned shades of pink and orange, I felt a sense of peace. Clara’s life had been built on things that didn’t last. Mine, on the other hand, was built on love that weathered every storm.
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