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... t breakfast and dinner. I saw him whenever I looked out my window at the scenery, and sometimes his eyes met mine. I’d waited for it to ebb, the anger. But when it finally did, I felt... cold.
Not betrayal. Not frustration. Not anger. Not even a tinge of sadness.
The numbing cold that had started right after our wedding night had spread through my chest, icing the very blood in my veins, and I let it. I welcome it.
I understood perfectly what my place was and never straye ...
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