There’s a sacred order to life, one that can’t be tricked or bypassed with charm or cruelty. But a narcissist thought they could—thought they could tamper with your soul like it was a toy in their hands. They believed they could pierce your trust, stain your loyalty, and vanish as if nothing ever happened. However, there’s a principle they forgot: every seed sown in deception grows into a harvest of consequence.
Now, without warning, the ground beneath the narcissist is cracking—friend by friend, truth by truth, breath by breath. What once stood tall is sinking under the weight of every lie whispered in your absence. It was never just about you; the narcissist didn’t merely cross a person. They trespassed upon something eternal, mocked what was sacred, and betrayed the rare thing this world desperately needs more of: goodness.
What was once a circle of applause is now a battlefield of suspicion. Every connection the narcissist built on false intimacy is now rotting from within. The same betrayal once inflicted on you has become the very poison inside their home, their name, their future. Because betrayal always comes back; it never stays still. It spreads like fire, and fire, once it touches truth, burns everything built on fiction.
You didn’t scream. You didn’t plead. You didn’t beg the narcissist for a scrap of clarity. You stood, you breathed, you held your peace like it was a shield forged by heaven. That silence they mocked, that stillness they misread, was not weakness; it was sacred ground. The narcissist never saw it coming. The moment you refused to engage in chaos, you invited something greater. Justice doesn’t always come loudly; sometimes it comes on tiptoe with smoke curling in the air.
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