Through my work, I reclaimed my identity, transforming from the discarded wife into the celebrated author. The success of the book not only brought financial independence but also a sense of poetic justice. I was no longer the scarecrow in Mark’s story; I was the architect of his reckoning, the voice of truth in a world blinded by appearances.

In the end, it was not Mark’s cruel words or Chloe’s triumphant smirk that defined me. It was my ability to rise from the ashes of betrayal, to wield my pen as a tool of empowerment, and to prove that even in the darkest times, a spark of creativity can light the way to redemption and revenge.