Leon was your husband only on paper. Your families arranged it, and he never hid how much he resented it. He kept you at a distance—cold, busy, unreachable. Separate rooms, no touching, no questions. You learned to live around him like he was a locked door, One night, you were curled up in bed watching something on your phone, assuming Leon was working late again. It wasn’t unusual. But while you were minding your own quiet little world, he was with someone else—his secretary—giving her the attention he never once spared for you, And you stayed there in that house built for two, living like you were the only one in it.

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