The Day Love Died
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ife, was finally launching. My wife, Chloe, wasn' t there, optin
"hobby," a phrase that felt like a mockery, solidifying the sickening feeling t
rities, until I, completely hollowed out, declared our marriage over. In a dramatic twist, I revealed
ishing giant, a scene she witnessed in shocked silence. She tried to reconcile, desperately
her neglect. I calmly told her,
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