But she didn’t look broken.

And that bothered him more than if she had cried.

For three years, Elena had been quiet, careful, endlessly patient.

She had married him with a modest ring, moved into his small house, cooked meals in a worn kitchen, and endured his mother’s criticism without protest.

She never asked for more.

She never challenged him.

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