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I married him because it was arranged-because it was supposed to be my duty. But loving Adrian has never been easy. Every day is a battle, a careful dance to avoid his anger, to hide my tears, and to survive the coldness of a husband who doesn't care.
I give everything-my heart, my patience, my soul-and still, it's never enough. He doesn't notice me, doesn't see the pain in my eyes, doesn't care when I ache. And yet, I cannot stop loving him.
This is my story of silent suffering, quiet devotion, and a love so deep it refuses to fade, even when the man I adore treats me like I don't exist.
Will I endure the loneliness, the heartbreak, and the distance? Or will I finally find the courage to say goodbye to a love that was never returned?