I never loved him at first. I married him because I was tired—tired of being disappointed, tired of watching time strip the color from my dreams. He limped, he lived with his mother, he brewed tea instead of making grand promises. But on the night I became his wife, he whispered a vow unlike any I had ever hea… Continues… I didn’t fall in love with James in a single moment; I fell for him in a thousand small, ordinary gestures that no one else ever bothered to offer. In every untouched night when he chose patience over entitlement, in...
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