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44. Aria Eppolito
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2024-12-22 07:01:55ARIA'S POV
.There must be something wrong with me. I must be going mad. How can I love this pathetic life? What happened to being ambitious? To loving myself? To building and striving to become a better version of myself every day.How could I let a man reduce me to something better than a piece of rag? Since my Sir made me say 'I love him', It seems like I became a different person who can't think and have a mind of her own.And when I try to think, It takes so much work and soul searching to access the real me and when I do, I don't get to keep her for too long. Why, why, why?I feel like I'm in another body. I can't seem to remember what my previous life feels like anymore. All I know is that I'm full of gratitude.I'm grateful to my husband for loving me, for caring for me, for being kind to me. I'm grateful because I ought to be grateful even when I don't recall why, I still know that I'm meant to be grateful.How could I be grateful to t
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