53. Two Marriages or Three?
Feeling the lingering memories of that man, a blonde woman walked into the boutique holding a baby. The moment she did, my body went still. She held a baby in her arms, cradling the child with practiced ease, and walking closely behind her was the same man who had surfaced in my mind moments ago. My breath caught. Who was he? I didn’t step fully out of the changing room. I stayed hidden behind the curtain, my fingers tightening around the fabric of the dress as I watched through the narrow opening. He looked at the woman with undeniable love—soft, familiar, the kind that settles into routine and comfort. Something inside me snapped. Anger surged through my chest so suddenly it burned. Rage followed, hot and confusing, twisting with emotions I didn’t understand. I couldn’t remember w
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