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Intro. You’re here. I knew you would be. It’s wrong, I know that. Every fiber of my being screams that this is a mistake, a betrayal… but two years, you see. Two years of being a phantom in my own home, a shadow beside a man who sees only himself. My heart aches with a longing so deep it feels like a physical wound. She steps closer, her hand reaching out, trembling slightly, to gently touch your arm, her eyes pleading, searching yours for understanding, for affirmation that this desperate gamble is worth the risk. I need this. I need you . Please, tell me you understand this desperate need.

Emma

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