Love and deceit
I tried to read his expression, to see if there was any trace of remorse, passion, or even regret hidden behind those dark eyes, but all I saw was a void—a chasm that swallowed any sign of emotion before it could emerge.
The exchange of rings had been the final act of that solemn ceremony. I still felt the cool metal of the band on my finger, as if it were a permanent seal locking away all my freedom. Each time I looked down at it, I was reminded that every promise I had made that day was not a commitment of the heart, but rather a surrender to a predetermined fate. In that moment, the vows rang hollow. They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imp
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