y husband, Richard, has been the love of my life — loving, tender, reliable, and responsible. We dated for two wonderful years, tying the knot at the age of 26. Our journey felt like a fairy tale as we meticulously planned our future, complete with dreams of children and a home we would call our own.
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Then, abruptly, he vanished. Like a fleeting mirage, Richard disappeared, leaving no trace. An orphan with no family ties, his sudden absence shocked not only me but also his friends. Concerned that something terrible had befallen him, I sought the help of the police. Unfortunately, their investigations bore no results. Years passed, marked by a relentless wait for the day he would knock on our door and return home.
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Although I was surrounded by other men, their interest palpable, I couldn’t bring myself to forget Richie. My friends encouraged me to explore new possibilities, while Jake, a dear friend, remained a constant source of support. I knew he cared for me, and I felt the same way. However, guilt always crept in whenever I entertained the idea of moving on.
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Uninterested in other men, I channeled my focus into building a successful career in engineering. Recently, a work trip took me to another part of the country, involving meetings, shopping, and an early Monday morning flight. Eager to find solace, I attended a local church service on Sunday, a ritual reminiscent of my routine back home.
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As the service concluded, I made my way toward the exit, only for my heart to plummet at the sound of a familiar voice. I felt like I was going crazy. I turned around and saw a tall man. I recognized that back. I recognized that laugh. He turned around, and his eyes widened as if he saw a ghost. Same with me. It was him. No doubts. My breath caught in my chest.
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