WlW

Jennie used to be predictable.

Every night, after long lectures at the university, she'd end up at the same dimly lit bar-heels clicking, red lipstick perfect, confidence untouchable. Professors whispered about her, students admired her... and bartenders already knew her drink before she even sat down.

But that stopped.

Completely.

The night she married Lisa.

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Lisa was... different.

Young. Calm. Observant.

A CEO who barely smiled, yet when she did-it was dangerous.

Jennie didn't understand it at first. Their marriage was arranged, after all. No love. No expectations.

Just two lives tied together.

But then...

"Can you not go tonight?"

Lisa had asked it so simply one evening, standing by the door as Jennie reached for her coat.

Jennie paused. "Why?"

Lisa hesitated-just for a second. "I don't like the smell of alcohol."

That was it.

No demand. No argument.

Just that.

And somehow... Jennie stayed.