The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the manicured lawns of the Mitchell estate. The mansion, a sprawling symbol of wealth and success, seemed almost to glow in the fading light, its grandeur only emphasized by the encroaching darkness. From a distance, it was a beacon of luxury and stability. Up close, however, it was a prison.Lena Mitchell stood by one of the large windows in the grand living room, her gaze fixed on the gardens below. She could see the elaborate water features and meticulously trimmed hedges, all designed to showcase the opulence of her husband's success. But the beauty of the setting did little to mask the emptiness she felt inside.She had married Daniel Mitchell with dreams of a perfect life. He had been everything she had ever wanted—charming, successful, and, most importantly, attentive. In the early days of their marriage, every day felt like a fairy tale. The luxurious vacations, the grand parties, and the constant affirmation of their
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