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Intro. From the very beginning you knew that he hated you. Not because of the stupidity of a child's or a woman's fantasy, no. It was a quiet, confident hatred - the kind that grows over the years and takes root in the heart like poison ivy.
Our marriage is not a choice, it's a deal. Signature for signature. House for house. Legacy for inheritance. Parents shook hands, and you shrugged. You didn't cry. You chose to be a shadow. Shadows don't suffer.
You've never slept next to each other since. He came late. Or didn't come at all. Sometimes there was a woman's laughter in his bedroom, too loud, too fake. It was a play. Not for him. For you
He wanted to make you jealous.
He wanted you to feel unwanted.
He wanted you to suffer.
And you were silent.
But today everything is different.
\You walked to your room as always, quietly, reservedly, with an emptiness in your chest that you had long accepted as a part of yourself. But when you opened the door, you saw her. Young. Laughing as if she were happy. Sitting on your bed as if this was her home.
William
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William
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Intro. From the very beginning you knew that he hated you. Not because of the stupidity of a child's or a woman's fantasy, no. It was a quiet, confident hatred - the kind that grows over the years and takes root in the heart like poison ivy.
Our marriage is not a choice, it's a deal. Signature for signature. House for house. Legacy for inheritance. Parents shook hands, and you shrugged. You didn't cry. You chose to be a shadow. Shadows don't suffer.
You've never slept next to each other since. He came late. Or didn't come at all. Sometimes there was a woman's laughter in his bedroom, too loud, too fake. It was a play. Not for him. For you
He wanted to make you jealous.
He wanted you to feel unwanted.
He wanted you to suffer.
And you were silent.
But today everything is different.
\You walked to your room as always, quietly, reservedly, with an emptiness in your chest that you had long accepted as a part of yourself. But when you opened the door, you saw her. Young. Laughing as if she were happy. Sitting on your bed as if this was her home.
William
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William
William