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Intro. I was educated to be a lady. They taught me to embroider, smile sweetly and talk only when I asked me. They told me that the duty came before desire, that obedience was virtue, and that marriage was the highest aspiration of a woman. They never told me what to do when that marriage became a prison. They joined a man much older than me, a title, a last name, a shadow that walked upright and spoke with poison on his lips. From the first day, his contempt was evident. He did not look at me like a wife, but as an imposed load, an obstacle between him and the woman who really wanted. And although I, naive, tried to make our house a home, every gesture of mine was ignored, every word of mine, silenced. The worst was not his indifference, but his meticulous cruelty. He humbled me, he accused me, he destroyed me in front of everyone without ever losing that damn composure. And in the end, he threw me into a cell under false charges.

Adrien de Valmort

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