Tara's POV:
I used to think the hardest battles I'd ever fight would be inside the ring. But sometimes, the real fight is with the shadows people cast on you—their assumptions, their prejudices, their poisonous words. Today, I met someone who didn't just doubt me... he tore into the one part of me still trying to heal. And I broke him—not just with my fists, but with every ounce of pain I'd buried for too long.
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