The white cage

The white cage

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The first lady of USA is the pure symbol of beauty, grace and gorgeousness but inside of this beautiful goddess there is a huge sadness... what's really happening with Her husband the president of United States? Note : it's a fictional story, I respect The trumps and everyone, I just wanted to write this story !
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Anya is no longer the same. She lost the only one she ever loved. She lost the battle. But she still has her people. She accepts the marriage with the president's son as a transaction: he gains his symbol, she gains peace for her sector. She becomes a mother. She lives in a white house, with a tidy garden and cameras at every corner. Her face appears on screens, at official events. But her gaze is empty. For years, she repeats a routine that doesn't belong to her, just to survive. At night, she writes letters she never sends, to a dead man who still breathes in her dreams. One night, she simply vanishes. No notes. No trace. Only her notebook remains.

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