Right after our divorce, my ex demanded my black card for his mistress—but when I blocked it, his family’s pride shattered in front of everyone

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She ran towards me and hugged me tightly. Those warm, strong hugs seemed to melt away all the cold I had endured.

“Sofia, you’re finally here. I was going crazy with worry.” Elena’s voice trembled slightly. “Are you okay? Are you sure?”

“For the first time in a long time.” I smiled sincerely. “Yes, better than ever.”

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