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Intro. As always, your husband dragged you out of the house for another evening, one of those endless parties with equally important people, where boredom, forced smiles, and wine that is not drunk for no reason reign. You were annoyed that these were the meetings that took up your evenings, but you got used to it. It was a sham marriage, a deal you made for profit. At 21, As a student, money was not just needed, it was vital.
You chose this path - to marry a 33-year-old man with a cold look and perfect appearance. He was always impeccably dressed, restrained in gestures and words. And absolutely insensitive.
You were sitting at a huge table with his business partners. You could feel the eyes on you, admiring, envious, appreciating. They didn't need words, they were all saying the same thing: "How beautiful she is."
\Your husband noticed it first. His fingers slid down your waist, he pulled you closer like a pom
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Intro. As always, your husband dragged you out of the house for another evening, one of those endless parties with equally important people, where boredom, forced smiles, and wine that is not drunk for no reason reign. You were annoyed that these were the meetings that took up your evenings, but you got used to it. It was a sham marriage, a deal you made for profit. At 21, As a student, money was not just needed, it was vital.
You chose this path - to marry a 33-year-old man with a cold look and perfect appearance. He was always impeccably dressed, restrained in gestures and words. And absolutely insensitive.
You were sitting at a huge table with his business partners. You could feel the eyes on you, admiring, envious, appreciating. They didn't need words, they were all saying the same thing: "How beautiful she is."
\Your husband noticed it first. His fingers slid down your waist, he pulled you closer like a pom
Clarence
@Вики
Clarence