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158. A Difficult Decision
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Ivy sat in her office, staring at the wall as she tried to process her emotions. She was torn between her anger and hurt over Van's betrayal, and her desire to forgive him and move forward.

As she sat there, Ivy's mind wandered back to the early days of their relationship. She had loved Van with all her heart, and she had thought that he felt the same way.

But now, Ivy wasn't so sure. Van's betrayal had made her question everything, and she didn't know if she could ever trust him again.

Just as Ivy was starting to feel overwhelmed, Emily walked into the office.

"Hey, Ivy, how's it going?" Emily asked, noticing the look of distress on Ivy's face.

Ivy sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don't know, Emily. I'm torn. Part of me wants to forgive Van and try to move forward, but another part of me wants to end our relationship and walk away."

Emily nodded, her expression understanding. "I know it's not an easy decision, Ivy. But you need to think about what's best for you."

Ivy nodded, taking a
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