Later that night, Carlo finally arrived home, just as he usually did. True to our routine, I was already waiting for him in the dining area. The food was still warm, the lights were soft, and the house was quiet all set to welcome him. When he walked through the door, he greeted me with a smile, kissed my forehead, and spoke to me in that sweet, affectionate tone that used to make my heart race. He was being gentle, romantic, and attentive acting exactly as a fiancé should act just two days before their wedding. But beneath his gestures and kind words, I felt a hollow ache deep inside me. No matter how close he stood, the distance between us felt wider than an ocean. It was suffocating, as if the air itself was growing thin and making it hard for me to breathe.I took a sharp, shaky breath, forcing myself to steady my emotions, when suddenly I felt his hand wrap around mine. It was warm and familiar, yet it felt strangely distant.“Are you okay, love?” he asked, his voice carrying a n
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