Then I overheard Jade joking, “She’ll sew anything for free. Some people are just easy to manipulate.” Later, her designer gown ripped. She begged me to fix it. I did. On the bathroom floor.
“You owe me honesty,” I told her. That night, Jade took the mic. Voice shaking, she apologized publicly—for lying, for using me, for underestimating me. Then she handed me an envelope. Sometimes justice doesn’t roar. Sometimes it’s quiet—stitched together with dignity.
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