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st a dream. Yes, it must have been a dream. That couldn't be the Markus I knew. He loved me, and that's what I'll hold onto.

r really loved me. I sighed; I thought I could convince myself otherwise, but I was wron

morning, Ma'am Serina," a servant said from behind me, apologizing for M

ly swollen. I had fallen asleep crying last night, hoping he'd come to comfort

f you think I married you because I loved you, you're wrong. I only made you f

ah, Ma'am, are you okay?" I was startled by the servan

ve?" I asked, trying to compose myself. I didn't w

prepare breakfast for you before we a

I felt a glimmer of happiness, but it faded quickly. What if it

they wer

re you leaving?" I couldn't help but ask. Th

cienda. We'll be working there from now on. I tho

trying to cover up. I didn't want th

k him later. Maybe he was just caught off guard

tifully done, with a charming smile. Every detail of his face was captured perfectly, from his long, arched eyebrows

d his face used to be, but last night,

e painting, where the artist

as Sa

ita interrupted my thoughts. She al

shifted my gaze away from

paper, and I poured m

my husband caught my eye. He was wearing a business suit and sitting in a

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ling. I dropped the cup, and

" I ex

d over, concerned,

my voice trembling, as

the pain in my heart. Though there was no name mentioned, I had a s