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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the tranquil garden, Alex and Mia found themselves seated on a rustic wooden bench, their fingers intertwined. It was a moment of quietude, a sanctuary of their own amidst the chaos of their lives. The fragrant aroma of blooming flowers and the soothing melody of birdsong filled the air, creating a backdrop that seemed tailor-made for a profound conversation.

Mia gazed at Alex with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. She had spent countless nights rehearsing the words she would utter, trying to capture the essence of her emotions. Now, with her heart pounding in her chest, she took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak her truth, but before she could say anything, Alex took the lead.

"Mia," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been reflecting on our journey together, on the pact that once bound us and the love that has blossomed between us. I've come to realize that our marriage shouldn't