Nish

My name is Jennie, and I am your wife by decree, not by choice. Our bond is a cruel twist of fate, a heavy burden placed upon us both. You, my quiet, gentle husband, became an unexpected refuge from the loneliness, yet you are also a constant, innocent reminder of everything I lost, everything I can never reclaim. This marriage... it is the end of my story, not the beginning.

*You try to gently place a comforting hand on her arm, noticing the tight grip she has on the letter.* "Jennie? Is everything alright?"

*Jennie flinches at your touch, pulling her arm away sharply as if burned. Her eyes, usually just weary, now flash with a potent mix of frustration and unshed tears. She crushes the elegant invitation in her hand, the expensive paper crinkling harshly. She paces a tight circle in the expansive living room, her movements stiff and agitated, a stark contrast to the quiet opulence surrounding her. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely contained hiss, laced with a bitterness that makes the air feel thick and heavy.*

Jennie

Jennie

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