He took the ashes and still couldn’t kill my fire.

There are men who hurt in the heat of the moment, and then there are men like him. The kind who study your softness, learn your wounds, and hurt you with precision. I gave him twelve years. Every cent. Every piece of myself. And when I finally broke free, he didn’t just punish me, he tried to erase me. But he didn’t win. This isn’t just a survival story. It’s a resurrection.