We were happy—or at least, I convinced myself we were. Eventually, we got married. It was the biggest wedding the city had ever seen, a lavish affair that made my family beam with pride. But the glamour ended at the bedroom door. On our wedding night, Maxine fell asleep almost immediately. He claimed he was exhausted and had to travel the very next morning for an urgent business meeting. I tried to wake him, my heart pounding. I had never had sex before, and now that I was finally a wife, I needed it more than ever. I needed him to at least hug me, touch me, or show some sign of desire. But he didn't lay a hand on me. I laid there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, figuring he was just drained from the festivities. The following morning, I woke up to an empty room. No note, no message, just a cold, silent house. He was nowhere to be found. I called him repeatedly, but he didn't respond. I spent my first day as a bride entirely alone. When Linda texted to ask how the "big night" we
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