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Even now, I was staring at the wall thinking of answers of the one question that had been eating me alive. Where did I go wrong? I had been always trying to be the perfect wife for him, just like he needed. No tantrums, no disturbance, no sweet talks. I managed his schedules, his diet plan, his itinerary perfectly, no mistakes, no error. He hated mistakes, he was a perfectionist, my perfect husband. Till yesterday, I thought I was perfect for him, I thought I was what he needed. Even if I had to murder my inner romance craving girl for that, I was happy. Guess what? My entire life had been a lie. Our marriage had been a lie.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

Sophia, who was now holding Edward’s hands said, trying as hard as she could to convince him and get rid of his doubt. “It’s fine. I never knew you care so much about me. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful woman in my life. I never knew we will be so much in love despite the fact that, we were not in love when we first got married. Like you said, the past isn’t important. What is important is the present. So, let’s work towards creating a wonderful family and special memories together. I love you” Edward said, looking straight into Sophia’s eyes while at the same time, smiling at her.

Noah, on the other hand, had squandered his position as the Brookes' legitimate heir, indulging in a life of leisure with no responsibilities. At the café, soft, melodic music played in the background. Howard flashed me a smile. "Do you remember this song?" I nodded; it was my favorite piece from Argusia. He had waited in line for ages to get tickets to bring me to the concert. "You haven't changed a bit," he remarked. I laughed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "Still not planning to divorce?" I shook my head. "Divorce? That's impossible. I need this marriage to protect my assets worth over a hundred million."

“Everything is perfect. Thank you for coming into my life, Faith.” "Chloe, it's you who has made everything perfect." I gave her a forced smile, feeling embarrassed by my two silent twins. I knew they were secretly laughing at me, especially Love, who had never been a fan of sweet nothings. Chloe giggled and stood on tiptoe to whisper in my ear. "I still can't believe we're getting married." “Maybe I’m the one you’re gossiping about, huh?” Hope said with a laugh. Chloe laughed too. “Maybe?” she teased.

My voice was softer than I intended, but it carried enough steel to make his jaw clench. “You are my wife, Maria,” he said, his voice low but shaking. The statement being an answer itself.. “It didn’t feel like that all those years, Elias.” My voice cracked, and I hated that it did. “Yes, we had a wedding, but we were never married. Not really. You were married to your company. To your fame. And, God help me, even more married to Isaac. I was just… there. Like a piece of furniture. A statue. A very pretty doormat for public consumption.”

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

On his end, deafening ceremonial fireworks exploded in the background, mixed with Claire's sweet, delicate laughter. "John, who are you talking to? Hurry up, everyone's waiting for us to say our vows." John hung up without the slightest hesitation. The hand clutching my phone slowly turned cold, and my breathing grew weaker and weaker. How ironic. The last thing I heard before dying was the sound of fireworks celebrating John marrying Claire. I was filled with resentment. But the dream did not end there. The scene suddenly shifted. The debt collectors on the mountain road were peering down into the cliff below.