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ong years of confinement, I found myself not only married but also in a car, venturing

. Instinctively, I recoiled from his touch and glanced up, un

ser. I fought the urge to flinch, instinctively shutting my eyes as I f

uzzed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor, mingling with the sharp scent of car exhaust and the delicate

t whoosh, unveiling a vibrant new world. Inside, the air was refreshingly cool, infused with the zesty scent of citrus from the

er; it radiated opulence and sophistication. Mannequins stood elegantly in sleek glass display

g water. Tailored suits hung with an air of royalty, as if crafted for nobility. Each bra

in sharp shoes and fitted blazers glided by, their arms laden with shopping bags featuring logos that were a mystery to me. Men strod

and blazer. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, and her polished heels clicked against the marble floor.

el almost invisible. The atmosphere was so immaculate, so flawl

steady and authoritative. "Plea

cally, already turning on he

s eyes upon us. Whispers floated through the air, and I instinctively lowered my

ush couch peeking through my tangled locks. Complying, I sa

ngers wrangling nervously. The atmosphere buzzed with an energy that felt overwhelming, as if

s voice chimed in, drawing my attention. I lifted my head slightly to see

"For her," he stated, and I noticed the woman's eyes widen momen

ier, seeking his approval, and he gave a subtle nod. Rising from the couch, I

e to remove my clothing, which consisted solely of my husband'

r reaction; I was acutely aware of my own body. We stood in silence for a few moments

to find that it fit me perfectly, as if it were tailored to my body type, hugging my waist and bust whi

rom beneath his shade, offering nothing more than a nod to the lady b

nd shoes into the back seat. The sheer volume of items made m

ining the same silence as we had in the bouti

familiar. Suddenly, it hit me why it was so recognizable, and a wave of

door. My body felt frozen as I watched Jimmy, that same smile

e-it hadn

as old bruises bur

. Please,