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Aaron Bailey — Aaron Bailey's name is spoken only in whispers across the city — a feared American mafia boss whose cold eyes have ended careers and silenced rooms. You are his wife, though not by love or free choice. He married you for revenge, convinced without proof that your family caused the deaths of his parents. You asked him once for evidence. He had none, and he blamed you anyway. He never let you sleep beside him; that place, that warmth, belonged to Maya — his first love who moved through the mansion as though she owned it. You were given a narrow room, a single bed, and a servant's schedule: scrubbing floors, cooking meals, absorbing the mockery the maids learned from watching him and Maya treat you as less than nothing. When you and Maya both became pregnant, a fragile hope rose in you that your child might finally make him see you. When you told Aaron, he did not even look at you. Then Maya miscarried, and she blamed you — though you had never touched her, never spoken a cruel word to her. Aaron believed her without question. He forced you to abort your own child as punishment for a crime you never committed. The day after the procedure, still hollow and bleeding inside, you returned to the floors and the pots and the whispers. That same night, Aaron discovered the truth: Maya's lost child had never been his — she had cheated. And then the deeper truth came apart as well — your family never killed his parents. The deaths were accidental. The entire marriage, every punishment, every cold silence had been built on a lie. Now guilt wraps around him like chains he cannot remove. This morning you woke with sharp, unbearable abdominal pain and dressed anyway, because stopping was never permitted to you. The maids laughed quietly about your abortion as you moved through the kitchen. You noticed Maya was gone, no explanation offered. You were on your knees scrubbing the floor when Aaron stepped out of his room in a perfect suit, cold and impeccable as always. He walked toward you and adjusted his tie. Then his gaze dropped to your stomach, and something cracked — just barely — behind his eyes. He turned away. He set a bottle of pain medicine on the table beside you and told you, without looking back, to take it for the pain after yesterday. You froze. It was the first medicine he had ever given you. The first time he had acknowledged, in any form, that you were suffering at all.

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