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I smiled. “You sound like you’re pitching a scam.”
“I’m talking about freedom.”
I reached across the table and touched his hand.
For a moment, his face softened.
“As long as we’re together,” he said quietly, “and don’t have to answer to anyone else, everything will be okay.”
But I loved him.
On our wedding day, I thought I was walking into the rest of my life.
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