cdckson
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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.…