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I was no longer Audrey. I had a new identity now–Zoe Bennett–a name I‘ d purchased online from overseas after many nights of tears. With this fresh persona, I boarded a flight to another country, ready
to start anew.
For the first time, I felt the true breadth of the world–its freedom, its promise. The realization hit me like a wave: For the past eight years, I had been confined to the 280- square–meter house Julian had given me, and I never even knew the beauty beyond its walls.
He had given me the title of Mrs. Foster, a role everyone envied. But it was all a lie. He never kept his promises. He deceived me, time and again, cloaking his betrayals under the guise of love.
The world thought I was lucky–an orphan who had married into wealth, soaring from nothing to everything. They said I d
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finally escaped the struggles of living on my own, no longer trapped by self–doubt or the pain of infertility.
They believed Julian loved me. That his love was unconditional, that he adored me enough to boldly declare it in front of
everyone.
But none of that mattered anymore. Because it was all a facade. And now, I was free.
Even though I couldn’t have children, I spent an enormous amount of money. trying to heal my body. The world criticized me, whispered behind my back, and judged me harshly, but Julian never once uttered a word of objection.
Instead, he comforted me, understood me in ways no one else did, and spoiled me without hesitation, showering me with money and affection. People claimed I was lucky–said that I must‘ ve burned high- quality incense or that I had accumulated good karma from previous lives. Some
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even suggested that the love I received was the result of blessings from my ancestors.
They found countless reasons to explain my so–called happiness, but none of them. saw the truth–the pain I endured, the
sacrifices I made.
In the past eight years, I had lost three children, undergone countless surgeries, and shed more tears than I could count. I
had believed that the bitterness would eventually lead to sweetness, that if I gave enough, I would receive the same in return. So, I gritted my teeth, holding on to that belief, determined to persevere.
In my attempt to love Julian
wholeheartedly, I became numb. One part of me was sad, another part in pain, but the last part was forced to smile and face the cameras, pretending everything was fine.
In the end, I lost it all.
When the pain finally subsided, I found
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myself resigned to my fate. I could only run away, licking my wounds alone, desperate
to start over.
That’s when I found this place. The country I had always dreamed of. I arrived, adjusted my mindset, and in the process, rediscovered the person I had been eight years ago.
I set up a small street stall, painting for tourists. Life wasn’t as comfortable as it once was, but for the first time in a long while, I felt happiness that was pure, untainted by the past.
I picked up the charcoal pen and sketch paper I had abandoned for eight years, and with each stroke, I began to paint the fireworks of my life–bright, bold, and free.
I should have come to this country eight years ago. But back then, I had chosen Julian‘ s proposal over my dreams. I willingly gave up my chance to be escorted here, entered into a marriage I thought was love, and poured everything I had into it.
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My teacher, who had lived through half a lifetime of love and loss, shook his head when he heard my story. He saw through me in an instant and told me, with quiet wisdom, that I had chosen the wrong path.
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