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My life was perfect, or at least it seemed that way. 

Everything, just everything, appeared to be absolutely perfect. 

I felt blessed beyond measure, wrapped in the arms of the most handsome man in the entire kingdom—my duke, my love, my hero. 

He was the one who I believed would bring my dreams to life, the one who would make all my wishes come true. 

Oh, how they envied me, those who saw us together, those who caught a glimpse of our love. 

I was living the fairy tale that every girl in the kingdom wished for. 

I had plans, big plans. I was going to start my own family. 

I dreamt of having four children, no, maybe five, seven, or even ten! 

Our days would be filled with picnics in the sun, and evenings with joyous parties, just the two of us, perhaps with the company of my dear parents. 

My husband and I were destined for a love that would stand the test of time, the kind that warms your heart even on the coldest of nights. 

My house would be alive with the echoes of laughter, walls adorned with cherished memories. 

In my mind, I was going to have everything I ever dreamed of, and more. 

Then, like a cruel twist of fate, it all crumbled before my very eyes, and I found myself utterly powerless. 

My life had transformed into something lonely, sorrowful, and far from perfect. 

The man I once adored, the love of my life, had fallen for someone else. 

He had become the villain who shattered my world, my hopes, my dreams—everything that ever mattered. 

I became the object of mockery in society, the woman who couldn't keep her husband loyal. 

Trapped in a never-ending nightmare, I struggled to find any glimmer of hope. 

Tragedy struck when my first child perished in my womb, a victim of poison. 

I wept, tears flowing like a river of pain, as if a knife had been thrust through my heart. 

My husband was a constant absentee, leaving our mansion an empty shell haunted only by the echoes of my suffering. 

I had nothing left, no joy, no love, no dreams. 

Then, death itself extended its icy hand to me, and I embraced it with open arms. At that moment, it felt like a refuge from the unrelenting pain, the unending sadness, and the heartbreak that had consumed my existence.