Healing the Marriage
James and Victoria’s relationship had been broken down to the studs, but slowly, they began to rebuild. James had seen his wife at her absolute lowest, stripped of all her armor, and he had watched her forge herself into a woman of incredible character.
One evening, walking through the estate gardens, James took her hand. “I feel like I’m finally meeting the real you.”
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“The real me is a lot less glamorous,” Victoria laughed softly, looking at her hands, which still bore the faint scars of the textile machines.
“The real you is beautiful,” James said, kissing her forehead. They had survived the fire, and the bond they shared now was rooted in truth, not pretense.
