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126. An Almost Perfect Life

Author: Sommy Nuela
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-24 23:19:55

Alexa’s POV

The silence was the first thing I noticed every morning. It wasn't the silence of an empty room, but the deep, natural quiet of the countryside. Instead of sirens and car horns, I woke to the sound of birds and the soft rustle of leaves outside our window. It was a complete change from my old city apartment, and even more so from the chaos of my life before.

Don Antonio and I had been living in our new home for a few weeks, and every day felt like we were learning to walk again. We weren't just a couple; we were two people who had spent their entire lives in separate worlds, now trying to fit them together. We were so used to being on our own, making our own rules, that the small, everyday things became a new kind of challenge.

I learned that he was a man of precise habits. He woke up at the same time every day, made his coffee in the same French press, and folded the newspaper with military precision. He organized his clothes by color and had a special place for every si
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