If he thinks he can break me like he did with his ex during the previous divorce, he is deluded. His false claims of love, whispered to mutual friends, do not fool me. The man he pretends to be and the man I know him to be are worlds apart. I see through his tactics, and I will not falter.

No, I will not drop the criminal court case in March. His actions have consequences, and this time, he will face them. No, he will not have my dog. That loyal companion has been by my side through this turmoil, and he has no right to take what brings me comfort. No, I will not buy back my own car. The audacity to suggest such a thing only highlights his continued attempts to exert control over me. And no, I will not pay his bills. The financial chaos he has created is his responsibility, not mine.

I am no longer the person he once manipulated and undermined. Every day, I am growing stronger, more determined, and more resolute. The strength I have found within myself is unshakable. His games, his lies, and his desperate attempts to regain power over me will not succeed.

To him, I say: Bring it on. I am prepared to face whatever challenges lie ahead. This is no longer about merely surviving; it is about thriving, about standing tall and reclaiming my life. The past no longer defines me, and the future he envisioned—where I am broken and submissive—will never come to pass.

I am moving forward with clarity and purpose, and I will not be deterred. This is my time, my fight, and my victory to claim. The days of his dominance are over, and the only thing left for him to witness is my rise.