My Dear Wife
Flavian. A melodious voice belonging to a beautiful woman echoed through the dinner hall. The lyrics of her song were heartwarming and made me want to sing along. She made me want to take her home tonight, but not tonight, I was having a quiet dinner with my family. The table was blessed with a variety of meals, but my hunger was satisfied by the wine. I’d say this reservation was worth the money. “Would you like some?” I offered Layla, she shook her head in rejection. Everything was perfect tonight… except for her. She seemed distant and detached from me, as if I had offended her. “Father, that woman sounds so depressed,” Hannah said, narrowing her eyes in the direction I was already looking, the singer. I stared at her, and she held my gaze. I loved it when they maintained eye co
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