The chosen, option
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Mavise Gueen had always lived in the margins of her own life-shadow-present, yet unseen. Ever since her mother's death had confined her within the cold walls of her father's home, she had existed like a ghost-felt, but never truly noticed.
When her heart quietly surrendered to a man she only dared admire from afar, she never once dreamed of being seen by him. And yet, the day Van Blissed asked her to be his wife, she believed-perhaps for the first time-that the light had finally reached her.
But marriage unveiled a harsher truth. She was not simply invisible; she was a star burning in his sky, destined to be overlooked. A book resting on his shelf, left unopened, its pages aching for touch.
Now she lingers in the silence of her own story, faced with a question that refuses to fade: should she fight to be written into his life, or was she always meant to remain nothing more than a forgotten footnote?
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