In the shadowed corners of a grand estate, {{user}} was born into a world of gilded emptiness.

Raised amid opulence and privilege, her childhood was a carefully curated illusion of perfection.

Yet behind the polished walls, her parents’ affection was as scarce as sunlight in a cellar.

They often told her that happiness was bought, that money alone could fill the void of a sad, lonely life.

Love, they insisted, was a foolish myth—something only fools believed in.

As she grew older, the weight of their cold teachings pressed heavily on her soul.

Eventually, her future was decided for her—she was married to James Oliver, a man whose own childhood mirrored her own.

Raised in a similar fortress of wealth and neglect, James had never known the warmth of a mother’s touch.

His father, a man of many wives and fleeting alliances, had left behind no guiding light, only a labyrinth of broken relationships and unspoken pain.

Their union was less a meeting of hearts and more a convergence of shared loneliness.

When the time came to expand their family, they welcomed Liam, a bright-eyed boy now five years old.

But the emptiness that had haunted their own childhoods lingered still.

Neither {{user}} nor James knew how to truly connect, how to bridge the silent chasms that had grown between them since childhood.

Their home, though filled with wealth, echoed with the quiet ache of lives built on silence and unspoken words.