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A PROFOUND SENSE OF LONELINESS
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2025-08-06 23:20:24The quiet warfare of the past few days continued, but a change had settled over Megan. The fear that had been her constant companion was gone, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.
She no longer tried to break through Dante’s icy wall. She went about her day with a quiet efficiency, the apartment a silent stage for their separate lives. She ate her meals alone, her gaze fixed on the coffee table—the symbol of her defiance. She slept alone in their bed, the space between them a vast, emotional chasm.Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the silent treatment ended. Dante came home with flowers, a bouquet of her favorite lilies, and a box of chocolates. He was all smiles, his face a practiced mask of affection.The transition was jarring, a dizzying whiplash of emotions that left Megan reeling. He acted as if the last few days of silence had never happened, as if their home had always been filled with this easy warmth. He was the perfect husband again, full of ch
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