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There was a distance between them, a palpable barrier that seemed to stretch infinitely, separating them even as they stood mere feet apart.
Amy watched silently as Zion strode past her, his shoulders squared with a determination that bordered on defiance. She felt a pang of regret, a flicker of disappointment that she quickly quashed. This was their reality now, she reminded herself — a marriage born of obligation rather than love.
As Zion disappeared into the waiting car, Amy turned away, her thoughts drifting to the days ahead. She had resigned herself to the fact that their honeymoon would be anything but conventional. It was a marriage of alliance, a strategic partnership forged in the
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