She had been sitting on the chair for about three hours now, staring at the wall clock as it ticked away. The time was 12:59. In ten more seconds, it would strike one, and Liam still wasn't home. She sighed. This wasn't the first time, or the second, not even the fifth — she had lost count of how many times he had repeated this. She began to think about how the past few months had gone by and how she had survived it. When it struck one, Alexandra stood up silently from her chair and went into the room, leaving the sumptuous dinner she had prepared on the table. It was her 25th birthday, and she had dared to hope Liam would be home to celebrate it with her — after all, he was her husband. But he had not come home, and she was so sure he didn't even remember. She cried for a long time till she fell asleep. It was her routine to cry and cry all over again till she felt she couldn't breathe, and took that as her signal to sleep. By the time she would wake up, it would be a new day, a
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