Love and deceit
They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imposed by family, and executed with mechanical precision.
As the minister’s voice faded into the background, I could feel a tumult of emotions churning within me—anger, sorrow, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. How could I possibly live a life where every moment was measured, every smile forced? I wondered if Damien even understood the cost of what we had just sealed with our words. I recalled the brief, intense moment when his lips met mine—a kiss that, for a split second, seemed to hold a promise of passion. Yet, it quickly dissolved into the clinical detachment that had come to define him. It was as if h
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