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18

JUAN

I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.

Salma was lying, and I could sense it deep down.

I wanted to protect her, to pull her close and shield her from whatever she was hiding.

But I also felt trapped in a web of deceit that I couldn't untangle.

"Let's talk about the wedding plans," I suggested, trying to break the tension.

"Sure, what do you want to discuss?" she replied, her voice a bit too casual.

I hesitated, the truth clawing at my throat.

"We need to decide on the guest list. I want it to be perfect, just like you deserve."

Her smile faltered, and I noticed her gaze drift to the window, lost in thought.

I felt a pang of frustration.

Why was she slipping away from me?

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