Romique stood outside the dimly lit café, her heart racing as she prepared to confront the woman who had shattered her world. The air was thick with tension, a storm brewing inside her as she recalled the betrayal that had pierced her soul. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter that felt both inevitable and daunting.

As she stepped inside, her eyes fell upon her target—a woman with hollow eyes and a forced smile, sitting at a corner table, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. Romique's pulse quickened. This was the woman who had lured Jonathan away, using her insecurities against her, feeding off the chaos that ensued.

With each step towards the table, Romique felt the weight of her past struggles, the tears, and the sleepless nights. She had fought to reclaim her dignity, and now it was time to confront the source of her pain.
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