Chapter 14
In the end. Sophie did not choose me as her wedding photographer.
But fortunately, the couple I met in Aurora Falls chose me without hesitation.
The wedding photos I carefully created for them were joyfully shared on social media.
Those natural, sincere, story–filled images brought my studio an unexpected wave of attention.
My career steadily got back on track–and continued to rise.
And I myself felt more driven than ever.
Because this time, I was fighting for my career.
For me.
Later on, I accepted a live interview.
The host asked me, “Ms. Carter, many people know that your ex–husband, Mr. Hunter Blackwell, is quite prominent in
the business world”
“Online, there are also… some emotionally charged videos and photos from your past circulating.”
“Do you mind talking about this rather notorious‘ chapter of your life?”
Facing the camera, my smile didn’t waver.
“Not at all. It’s a part of my life.”
The host followed up with a sharper question.
“So how did you make the decision to leave your ex–husband and pivot fully into photography? That kind of transition
couldn’t have been easy.”
I thought for a moment, then replied calmly,
“I think it was because I finally figured something out.”
“Our eyes were meant to look at the stars and the sea, to watch the seasons change, to witness the everyday warmth of
life–not to stare at our phones, wondering whether someone replied”
“Photography, in a way, is about restoring and preserving the real beauty our eyes can already see.”
“So I chose to take my gaze off one person–and turn it back toward the wider world.”
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At that moment, a conspicuously malicious comment floated across the screen:
[Acts like an independent woman now, but back then, she was still losing her mind over a man. Just entertainment.]
The host’s expression shifted slightly.
I looked at the comment–and suddenly laughed.
That comment is actually kind of interesting.”
Turning back to the camera, my expression was open and composed, without a trace of offense.
“Honestly, I think those past experiences, even the ones that weren’t exactly dignified, maybe even downright messy,
have truly shaped who I am today.”
The host couldn’t help asking.
“Seeing others comment on your past struggles like that, doesn’t it make you angry?”
“No.”
I shook my head, my gaze steady.
“Because the person who made those choices back then was me. The one who threw all my passion and dignity away
over someone unworthy–that was me too.”
“I don’t feel there’s anything to deny or hide. Even if someone mocked me to my face, I wouldn’t get angry.”
I paused, each word deliberate and firm. “Because I fully accept every choice I’ve made and every step I’ve taken.”
“Everything–the good, the bad, the shining, the shameful–together, they make up the person sitting here today.”
At that moment, a comment popped up on the screen:
[Penny, what you’re saying is amazing. I love you! You were my hero growing up!]
I read it and couldn’t help but smile.
Softly but firmly, I said, “Thank you. I love myself too. But little one, your heroism belongs to you. You and only you are
the ones who truly stand by each other.”
There was a brief pause in the live chat, then genuine applause filled the room.
