For the past three years, our marriage had looked almost normal.Even though it was never made public, we lived together like any other husband and wife.We talked about simple things. Work. Daily plans. Small worries that did not really matter.Every morning, I helped Alexander choose his clothes.I would stand in front of him, carefully picking his suit, straightening his collar, and tying his tie while he watched me with calm, unreadable eyes.It became a habit.A quiet kind of closeness that I treasured.After that, we left the house together and went to the company.In the evenings, if he had dinners or meetings, he always informed me in advance.And at night…He would ask me to stay.We shared the same bed, the same silence, the same warmth that made me believe we were truly husband and wife.Sometimes, we even relaxed together in a private hot spring bath.Every night ended the same way.A soft goodnight kiss.It never changed.On birthdays, anniversaries, and special days, he
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