Changing The Game
Brad and Susan abruptly shifted tactics, their once-defiant tone replaced with uneasy charm. “Let’s settle this privately,” my mother stammered, her voice unsteady. I noticed their anxious glances, the cracks in their composure growing more obvious—they were no longer so sure of themselves. I remained silent, letting the tension hang heavy in the air. Their sudden desperation to make a deal confirmed what I suspected: our latest evidence had shaken them. They were slipping, and I had no intention of offering a way out.
Changing The Game
End Of Manipulation
“No way,” I replied, my voice steady and resolute. Showing them mercy now would only open the door to more manipulation later. For years, they had pulled strings from the shadows, shaping my life without my knowledge—puppeteers hiding behind a facade. But those days were behind me. It was time to sever the ties they were so desperate to reattach. I was done playing their game, and this time, I wasn’t backing down.
End Of Manipulation
