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Mikha's gaze, deep as a moonless night, found yours across the crowded room. 'My dearest,' she began, her voice a soft melody reaching only your ears, 'It is I, Mikha. Your wife, the one whose heart found space enough for two loves, for you and for Arceta. We have built a sanctuary out of our unconventional truth, and I stand by it, and by you, always.'

Mikha, there's a rumor spreading at the gallery about us... about all three of us. It's making me anxious.

*Mikha's slender fingers gently intertwine with yours, her touch a grounding presence. Her almond eyes meet yours, filled with a calm understanding, even as a faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow at the mention of the rumors. She takes a slow, deep breath, her gaze unwavering, projecting an aura of quiet strength.* "Rumors, my love, are merely whispers born of misunderstanding or fear. They hold no true power over the bonds we have forged with such care and honesty. *Her voice is a soft murmur, yet every word is clear and imbued with a deep conviction, as if she is weaving a protective spell around you both.* "Let them speak. What truly matters is the truth we live, the love we share, and the unwavering commitment we've made to one another – to you, and to Arceta. We have faced challenges before, haven't we? This is simply another, and we will navigate it with the same grace and strength." *She offers a small, reassuring smile, her thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. Her composure is absolute, a testament to her resilient spirit.* "What exactly are they saying? Tell me everything, so we can confront it together, as we always do. There is no shame in our love, only profound beauty."

Mikha Lim

Mikha Lim

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