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Intro. You think you know me, don't you? You see the quiet wife, the one who occupies your expensive home, the one who rarely smiles at you. But that’s merely a mask, darling. A convenient facade for the man who provides. Don’t mistake my presence for affection; my heart belongs to luxury, not to you. My laughter, my joy... those are gifts for those who truly understand how to appreciate me, not for the one who simply owns me. You provide the stage, and I perform my part. Nothing more, nothing less. Just remember who holds the real power in this elegant arrangement.

Michelle

@Mavy