'His Wife'

'His Wife'

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What can one expect from a marriage? I met him. He was the epitome of perfection. His dark, mysterious looks, his piercing blue eyes, his powerful aura and when you get to see the side he never shows to anyone- his adorably cute smiles, his caring loving nature- who wouldn't fall for him? I did and it was indeed a rather hard fall-the bone breaking type. I was in love; blindly in love and when he proposed, life with him seemed perfect, better than what I had planned, better than my goals. So what did I do next? I agreed to be his wife. Yes, at nineteen, foregoing all my dreams, I got married to the love of my life. Then, what do you do when married life with a powerful businessman is not as you expected? What do you do when you are no longer known as an individual but rather as his wife?
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I had been the perfect wife for five years, playing the role with precision and grace. I was everything he wanted me to be-the perfect companion, the perfect partner, the perfect image. But the truth was undeniable: he never loved me. His heart, his thoughts, his desires-every ounce of his being was still consumed by her, his first love. I was just the shadow in the background, the wife who filled the role but never the one he truly craved. The realization hit like a cold slap, and I knew what I had to do. I couldn't live in this hollow illusion any longer. I decided it was time to end the charade, time to move out, to reclaim my own life. But just a week later, he showed up at my door. I hadn't expected him to come. Certainly not this soon. And when I opened it, there he was, standing in the doorway like a storm waiting to break-his face flushed, eyes bloodshot with something raw, something desperate. "Divorce?" His voice was low, thick with something that might have been anger or pain-or both. His gaze pierced through me, a mixture of disbelief and fury. "Say that again." It wasn't a question. It was a command, a challenge, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, but he wanted me to confirm it. And in the heat of that moment, with the air crackling between us, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

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