I had done everything a wife was supposed to do and, to be fair, Raymond had done what was expected of a husband.He provided, offered protection when it was needed, and never failed to play his part in public.On paper, our marriage looked perfectly respectable.For five years, there was only one thing missing. He never loved me.The tragedy was that I had loved him enough for both of us.From the day I learned Raymond was my fiancé, my world had quietly begun revolving around him. Every decision I made, every plan I formed, and every hope I carried for the future somehow included him.Somewhere along the way, everything became about Raymond.Even after I realized he had never truly forgotten Lilian, I stayed. I stayed through the lingering looks, the late-night phone calls, the endless excuses, and the growing distance between us that no amount of effort could bridge.Because I loved him.Because a part of me stubbornly believed that sincerity could accomplish anything, I co
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