It was as if nothing had ever happened.If anything, I felt like I loved Peter even more.Every day, I fussed over him, tended to his needs, and doted on him more than he ever did on Julia.Even the intimate acts I once resisted, I began to go along with.Peter was thrilled.“Sarah, if only you’d been like this from the start.”But soon, Peter began to notice something was off.I didn’t care if he worked late or caught a cold, and I never checked up on him.When his replies came slow, I didn’t push.When he broke plans, I didn’t get angry.Even when I saw lipstick on his shirt, I acted like I hadn’t noticed.In just a month, the therapy had taken effect.Peter started to look uglier in my eyes.When he leaned in to kiss me, a wave of disgust rose in my chest.The closer he got, the harder it was to bear.In those moments of forced intimacy, he seemed to sense something.He asked, “Sarah, do you love me?”Without hesitation, I said, “Of course.”But somehow, that answer didn’t satisfy h
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