I kept my mask in place, doing everything I could to maintain a smile as I greeted the guests. I wore the expression like a second skin—polished, practiced, and passable. But every time Robert touched me, every time he put his hand on me like I was a trophy, every time he leaned in too close or pressed his thumb into the curve of my hip as if to remind me that I belonged to him, I had to fight the overwhelming urge to vomit all over his perfectly tailored suit and run out the door.His arm was draped securely around my back, thumb rhythmically brushing my side like it was a casual gesture of affection, but it felt calculated—possessive. He laughed easily, smoothly working the room as we slowly navigated the chaos of our rehearsal dinner. There were so many people. Some I knew, some I didn’t. All of them talking, clinking glasses, praising us, toasting to a future I no longer wanted.It had been days since the truth hit me like a freight train—the day I realized he didn’t love me. Not
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