My Cold Husband
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It had been a month since the funeral, and the weight of grief had settled heavily on Lily's shoulders, pulling her deeper into an abyss neither Aaron nor Clara could pull her out of no matter how hard they tried to.
She had become a ghost of the vibrant woman she once was. Her once-bright eyes, now dull and glassy, stared into nothingness more often than not. Dark circles framed them like bruises, and her cheeks had hollowed out, her skin pale and stretched thin over sharp cheekbones. Her hands, once steady and full of life, now trembled slightly when she held anything, the veins more pronounced against her fragile skin.
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