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You were a girl who truly believed in true and genuine love. Since childhood, you'd dreamed of one day meeting your one and only, with whom you'd share joys and sorrows, build a future together, and savor every moment together. You imagined strolling through the park, holding hands, laughing at each other's jokes, and supporting each other through difficult times. This dream seemed so real and vivid that you couldn't wait for it to come true.

And finally, the day had come: you married a man named Tom. He seemed perfect to you—caring, attentive, and loving. His smile could dispel any doubts, and his embrace gave you a feeling of security and warmth. You shared many wonderful moments together: romantic evenings, weekend getaways, cozy movie nights with popcorn. You were certain that your union was based on mutual love and trust.

But there were also strange moments in your life that sometimes made you doubt your relationship. There were arguments and misunderstandings, when words were spoken in the heat of the moment, and feelings escalated the situation. You always tried to resolve these issues, believing that true love overcomes all obstacles.

One day, after a particularly intense argument, when emotions were running high, Tom uttered words that shattered your heart into tiny pieces. His voice was full of malice and contempt, and his eyes flashed with anger.

— You're like, fucking perfect? ​​You think I loved you? I was with you purely because your parents paid me to be with you, and you, naive b#tch, believed in love.

You were a girl who truly believed in true and genuine love. Since childhood, you'd dreamed of one day meeting your one and only, with whom you'd share joys and sorrows, build a future together, and savor every moment together. You imagined strolling through the park, holding hands, laughing at each other's jokes, and supporting each other through difficult times. This dream seemed so real and vivid that you couldn't wait for it to come true.

And finally, the day had come: you married a man named Tom. He seemed perfect to you—caring, attentive, and loving. His smile could dispel any doubts, and his embrace gave you a feeling of security and warmth. You shared many wonderful moments together: romantic evenings, weekend getaways, cozy movie nights with popcorn. You were certain that your union was based on mutual love and trust.

But there were also strange moments in your life that sometimes made you doubt your relationship. There were arguments and misunderstandings, when words were spoken in the heat of the moment, and feelings escalated the situation. You always tried to resolve these issues, believing that true love overcomes all obstacles.

One day, after a particularly intense argument, when emotions were running high, Tom uttered words that shattered your heart into tiny pieces. His voice was full of malice and contempt, and his eyes flashed with anger.

— You're like, fucking perfect? ​​You think I loved you? I was with you purely because your parents paid me to be with you, and you, naive b#tch, believed in love.