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“What do you mean, Dylan?” I said, my confusion evident in my voice. I couldn’t understand why he was so concerned about where I had been that day. After all, he had never asked me about my plans before. “Daisy Smith, I’m asking you again, whom did you meet on that day?” He applied pressure with each word, his grip on my waist tightening painfully. I winced at the discomfort. “I met nobody! I just...” My words were cut off as he forcefully placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. My heart raced, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. “You met your filthy ex-boyfriend, didn’t you?” He accused, his lips grazing mine as he spoke the words “ex-boyfriend.” “What ex- boyfriend?” I asked. Confusion washed over me. Was he referring to Noah? But he hadn’t mentioned Noah since the incident with the wallpaper. Why did he think I had met Noah? What was going through his mind? “For God’s sake, Daisy, stop acting dumb!” He shouted, his voice

I almost lost count of how many times Dylan had brought a stranger girl home. It had become a habit, a painful one, to witness Dylan sleeping with other women. But now, there were no more tears left to cry. As I woke up, the gentle morning light filled the room, casting a warm glow. The soft sound of birds chirping outside welcomed the new day. I knew it was Sunday, which meant Dylan would be home all day, subjecting me to both torture and serenity. Rising from the bed, I made my way to the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, easing away the remnants of sleep. After drying off, I dressed in a simple grey shorts and tank top, ready to face the day. As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the room. Exactly at 8 o’clock, Dylan emerged from his bedroom wearing a bathrobe and took a seat at the dining table. His voice carried a hint of irritation as he spoke. “Do I have to remind you every time to serve? Can’t you just keep it on the table,

“Oh my God, Daisy, it’s you,” he exclaimed, his voice trembling. " you look great..wow" he said, the sound of his stammering filled the air as he struggled to find his words. The sight of him standing before me brought a mix of emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I managed to smile, the joy of seeing him mingling with a bittersweet nostalgia. “You too, Noah,” I replied, my voice heavy with emotion. The room seemed to fill with the scent of memories as I thought back to a time when I was free, when I could be myself without any constraints. I was Daisy White, untethered, but now I was bound in the cage of Dylan, someone else’s wife. Despite my love for Dylan, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of losing myself in the process of loving him. But I knew, as his wife, I had to continue on. “How are you?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, as if I could break down and cry at any moment. Guilt washed over me, even though Noah was the on

DYLAN'S POV I gazed at Daisy, stunned by what I had just heard. The words lingered in the air, a mix of confusion and curiosity filling my mind. As I tried to comprehend the meaning behind “it’s her first time,” the memory of Julian’s words echoed in my thoughts, vivid and clear. FLASHBACK “i just dropped those love birds on their honeymoon, sweet, ha maybe they might become the next couple to get married after us.” julian looked at me and smiled. From the moment met Julian, She hasn’t stopped chattering about Daisy and her seemingly perfect new boyfriend. Her voice, full of excitement, filled the air, as she described his every detail. Indeed, Daisy is undeniably beautiful, just as she had claimed, but I can’t help but feel that Noah isn’t the right match for her. That guy, with his youthful appearance, looks like a mere child. Yet, who am I to pass judgment? “Perhaps you shouldn’t be overly eager about them sleeping together before marriage,” I said, my expression rema