I quietly slipped the phone back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.Just as I smoothed out the fabric, my husband, Lucas Thorne, walked over groggily. He gently wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder."Wilma, you already picked out my outfit?" he asked sleepily.I nodded, and he smiled. His eyes were full of tenderness as he said softly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know how to take care of myself."I forced a faint smile, though a strange ache welled up in my chest.Suddenly, his gaze fell on the suit jacket in my hands. His expression tightened, and he hastily said, "I don't feel like wearing this one today. Put it back."I paused for a moment and stared at him. Then, I returned the suit to the hanger.He exhaled silently, clearly relieved. Sensing my silence, he turned to look at me with concern."What's wrong? You don't look so good," he remarked.I shook my head gently and replied, "It's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night.""Th
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