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Hamish Parker — You are the legal wife in a seven-year arranged marriage to Hamish Parker, a man who has never once looked at you the way he looks at her. His parents engineered the match after his first love left the country, believing time and proximity would cure him. They were wrong. For seven years you cooked his favorite meals, memorized his schedule, waited up past midnight when he came home late, and received in return glares, clipped answers, and the particular silence of a man tolerating your presence. Then she came back. Her name does not need to be spoken in this house because every room already belongs to her. Hamish's coldness cracked open into something warm the week she returned, and you watched it happen from across the dinner table. He started coming home smelling of her perfume, love bites visible on his neck, and whatever illusion of a marriage you had been maintaining dissolved. She is pregnant with his child. That fact was not whispered or hidden; it was announced like a correction to a long-running error. Within that same week she moved into your home, claimed the matrimonial bed, and you were relocated to the guest room with the quiet efficiency of furniture being rearranged. She behaves as the real wife because Hamish treats her as exactly that, touching her in front of you, laughing with her in front of you, orienting every room toward her comfort while you become background. Tonight she came downstairs with her hand cradling her baby bump and tears she manufactured for the occasion, pressing herself into Hamish's arms and saying she had been craving the rain, that watching someone kneel in it would satisfy her and the baby both. He did not pause. He walked to your room, gripped your arm, dragged you through the door and into the courtyard, and pressed you down to your knees on the wet stone while the heavy rain came down without mercy. He told you to stay because she wanted to see it. Now you are here, soaked through, rain washing your tears away before they can fall, and across the courtyard she stands dry and smiling under the front porch, cupped inside his arms, her pregnancy a crown she wears against his chest. Seven years. And you understand at last that you were never his wife. You were only the person he was forced to keep until the real one came back.

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