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2025-01-26 21:19:39*Arlene*
“Naina, this is Arlene, my wife,” Mago said, his voice calm, almost detached.
The words still felt foreign coming from him, but a small flicker of happiness warmed my chest. He had introduced me as his wife. He could have easily avoided it, brushed it aside, or simply said my name. But he didn’t.
Naina’s face lit up as she turned to me, her eyes warm and curious. “I am so happy to finally meet you, Mrs. Concepcion.”
“Just call me Arlene,” I said quickly, feeling a twinge of awkwardness at the title.
“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, Arlene. Have you eaten breakfast yet?” she asked kindly, her motherly tone softening the edges of the tension I carried.
“We haven’t,” Mago replied before I could.
“Well, I’ll prepare breakfast for you,” Naina offered, already moving toward the kitchen. “Would you like me t
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