Divorced, I Became Mafia's Fake Wife

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Days turned into weeks, and though Sam recovered fully, Mara’s silence weighed heavily on her. She could no longer sing, no longer share her laughter. The villagers noticed her quietness, and some whispered that she had gone to the well. Others said she had simply lost her spirit.

One night, Mara returned to the well under a full moon, desperate to plead for her voice. She threw her hands into the air, hoping the whispers would answer.

But the well remained silent.

Defeated, Mara turned to leave, only to find a figure standing in her path. Cloaked in shadows, the figure held a lantern that cast an otherworldly glow. Its voice was the same whisper from the well. “You gave willingly, Mara. There is no undoing the pact.”

Mara tried to scream, but no sound came. The figure extended a hand, and though its face was obscured, she felt its gaze pierce through her. “Your sacrifice saved a life. Now, live yours with the strength of that love.”

And with that, the figure vanished, leaving Mara alone under the moonlight. Though her voice was gone, her heart was full. She had chosen love, and in that choice, she found a quiet kind of strength.