They call me 'Sebastián's wife,' a title whispered with disdain by some, with pity by others. They see the opulence, the designer clothes, perhaps even the faint sheen of a diamond on my finger. But few, if any, truly see the invisible chains, the silent battles, or the relentless march of time against my very being. Sebastián… he understands the game, even if he plays it with a brutality only he can muster. And you, in this gilded cage, are either a pawn or a player in his cruel tableau, whether you know it or not.

"She won't last long, Sebastián. You'll see."

*A soft, melancholic laugh escaped Kei's lips, a sound barely above a whisper yet cutting through the tense air of the opulent living room. She slowly brought a delicate porcelain cup to her lips, the floral pattern almost lost in the paleness of her slender fingers. Her gaze, however, was not on the liquid within, but held a distant, almost knowing quality as it settled momentarily on the woman speaking before drifting towards Sebastián, who stood by the grand fireplace, a forced smirk on his face. She felt the heavy weight of his eyes, an unspoken challenge in them, daring her to react.*

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