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As Alex faced his stepmother, a mix of emotions swirled inside him. Anger, fear, and shame battled for dominance. But with Sarah by his side, he found the strength to stand tall.

"Why?" Alex demanded, his voice shaking with rage. "Why did you do it?"

His stepmother, once a picture of elegance and poise, now looked worn and defeated. "I was lonely," she whispered. "I was desperate for attention."

"Attention?" Alex spat. "You call that attention? You ruined me!"

Sarah's hand on his arm kept him grounded, preventing him from lashing out further.

"I'm sorry," his stepmother said, tears streaming down her face. "I was wrong. I know that now."

Alex laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. "Sorry? Sorry isn't enough. You took everything from me."

The confrontation ended with his stepmother's departure, leaving Alex shaken but determined. With Sarah's support, he began to rebuild, to heal.

But the journey was far from easy. Nightmares still haunted him, and trust remained a luxury he couldn't afford. Yet, with each passing day, Alex found himself opening up to Sarah, slowly letting her in.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, Alex turned to Sarah and whispered, "I think I'm ready to try."

Sarah's smile lit up the fading light. "I'm here for you," she said. "Always."

And with that, Alex took his first tentative step towards redemption, towards love. The shadows of his past still lingered, but with Sarah by his side, he knew he could face them head-on.

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