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My husband did not love me, and I didn't love him. I am not offended by an author who never wrote the book, so why should I despise my husband? He never indicated any love toward me, and I did not wish to reciprocate. We were just a happenstance of our time. My mind was content living life walking the streets of Maurt Saul until I ran into a man who was unlike anything I'd ever seen. While I may have lived in a town my whole life, I did not know what I was missing until I saw him. Through continuous chance encounters and a spontaneous trip to the city, I keep him at an arm's distance. But love blooms when the trees blossom and spring is right around the corner. So what happens when the feelings I swore never to feel arise? I should not worry; after all, my husband is standing by my side when I stare into the mystery man's eyes.
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