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The Numbers Of Life

Penulis: Mayemura Special
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Isla’s POV

There was a time when my life could be measured in numbers, deadlines, profit margins, balance sheets, quarterly goals. I once believed that was my purpose. To make everything add up. To prove my worth by how well I could keep other people’s worlds in order, even while mine quietly unraveled.

Six years. That was how long I spent married to Nathaniel Blake, six years of shrinking myself to fit inside his version of love. Six years of being told that emotions were weaknesses, that softness was foolish, that I was lucky he chose me.

I became an expert at pretending. At smiling whilst my heart cried, presenting myself gracefully while ignoring the hollow ache beneath my ribs. I used to think control was power. That if I could keep the numbers right, I could keep my world from collapsing. But numbers could not save me from the night he brought another woman, heavily pregnant, into our home. Numbers could not protect Sophie and me from the storm.

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What a guy! The world needs more of his kind Now, please make sure Nathaniel & his scapegoats are punished severely
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