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The elite medical team worked wonders. Even the scars on my leg were fading day by
day.
In the quiet moments of recovery, I reflected on the career I once dreamed of before I
married Gavin Carter.
Back in school, I had won several prestigious dance awards.
If not for Gavin, I could have made a name for myself as a dancer.
But now, I knew that sacrificing my career hadn’t saved my marriage.
No one stays eighteen forever, but there will always be someone who is eighteen,
A younger, more beautiful intruder will always find an opportunity to unravel an already fragile relationship.
And the man who once pursued you fervently will eventually give in to his wandering
desires.
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Love is genuine when it’s real, but it’s impossible to hold on when the passion fades.
Gavin had once been genuine, but now, even after twenty days of fresh flowers arriving at the house, then longer came home.
His excuses were timely. One day, he called me.
“Aria, there’s an important deal at work. I have to go on a business trip.”
“Be good, focus on your recovery, and wait for me to return.”
The words struck a chord. On my mother’s memorial day, he had said something similar.
He’d promised he was only delayed by work, repeating repeatedly that he’d be there soon.
And so I waited–for hours–until the accident happened.
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The consequences of his absence were mine to bear.
If I hadn’t waited endlessly, perhaps I could have avoided it.
I wasn’t going to spend my life waiting for Gavin anymore.
After hanging up, I received a message from an old teacher. It was a video of one of my dance performances from years ago.
Then, a friend request popped up from a stranger.
I ignored it at first, but they sent the request again. And again.
On the seventeenth attempt, I finally accepted.
Almost immediately, they sent photos.
The woman in them was young and stunning, her wet hair trailing down her bare shoulders, droplets glistening as they slid over her curves. Her lips brushed against a man’s
throat.
From the background, it was a hotel.
It made sense now. Someone like her was far more exciting than a wife stuck at home.
No wonder she had become Gavin’s “precious one.”
A voice call followed the photos. I accepted it without much thought.
Savanna Harlow’s sugary voice dripped with arrogance. “Do you like what you see, Mrs. Carter? Care to guess what I’m doing right now?‘
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