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Betrayal in Wedding Bliss

I stood frozen in the doorway of our bridal suite, my wedding gown still rustling around my ankles, as Mauricio ushered in a woman I'd never seen before. My heart, which had been fluttering with anticipation of our first night together as husband and wife, suddenly felt like lead in my chest. "Violeta, this is Selene Garcia," Mauricio said casually, as if bringing a stranger into our wedding suite was the most natural thing in the world. "She needs my help." The woman—Selene—hobbled forward, leaning heavily on a cane. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and despite her apparent disability, she moved with a certain grace that made me instantly self-conscious. She offered me a timid smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm so sorry to intrude on such a special night," she murmured. "But my leg... the pain is unbearable." Mauricio guided her to our bed—our marriage bed—and helped her sit. I remained rooted to the spot, my wedding bouquet still clutched in my trembling hands.
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I stood frozen in the doorway of our bridal suite, my wedding gown still rustling around my ankles, as Mauricio ushered in a woman I'd never seen before. My heart, which had been fluttering with anticipation of our first night together as husband and wife, suddenly felt like lead in my chest.

"Violeta, this is Selene Garcia," Mauricio said casually, as if bringing a stranger into our wedding suite was the most natural thing in the world. "She needs my help."

The woman—Selene—hobbled forward, leaning heavily on a cane. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and despite her apparent disability, she moved with a certain grace that made me instantly self-conscious. She offered me a timid smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I'm so sorry to intrude on such a special night," she murmured. "But my leg... the pain is unbearable."

Mauricio guided her to our bed—our marriage bed—and helped her sit. I remained rooted to the spot, my wedding bouquet still clutched in my trembling hands.

"What's happening?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Selene needs acupuncture therapy," Mauricio explained, already opening a leather case I hadn't noticed before. "Her leg injury flared up, and I'm the only one who can help her."

"Tonight?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. "But it's our wedding night."

Mauricio's expression hardened, and I immediately regretted speaking. "Would you have me turn away someone in pain, Violeta? Is that the kind of man you married?"

Heat rushed to my face. "No, of course not, but—"

"I need to perform this therapy 999 times for her to fully heal," he continued, as if I hadn't spoken. "This will be the first session."

I watched in horror as he began preparing needles. Selene reclined on our bed, her eyes fixed on me with an expression I couldn't quite read.

"Perhaps I should wait outside," I suggested weakly.

"Don't be ridiculous," Mauricio snapped. "This is your home now. Selene will be staying with us until her treatment is complete."

The room seemed to spin around me. "Staying with us?"

"In the guest room," Selene added softly. "I promise I won't be a burden."

I nodded numbly, unable to form a coherent response. As Mauricio began his work, inserting needles into Selene's exposed leg with practiced precision, I retreated to the bathroom to change out of my wedding dress. My fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons as tears blurred my vision. This wasn't how I had imagined starting my married life.

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Two weeks later, Selene had firmly established herself in our home. She occupied the guest room closest to our master bedroom, and her presence seemed to permeate every corner of the mansion. I tried to be welcoming, to be the gracious lady of the house that Mrs. Hunter expected me to be, but something about Selene made me deeply uneasy.

"Would you like more coffee, Mauricio?" I asked one morning at breakfast, already reaching for the pot.

"He prefers tea in the mornings," Selene interjected before Mauricio could answer. "Earl Grey with a splash of milk, no sugar."

Mauricio smiled at her appreciatively. "You know me so well."

I set the coffee pot down, my appetite vanishing. How did this woman know my husband's preferences better than I did? As I watched them interact, their easy familiarity stabbed at my heart. Selene seemed to anticipate Mauricio's needs before he expressed them, while I was still learning the rhythms of our shared life.

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"When can we expect grandchildren?" Mrs. Hunter asked pointedly during dinner, her sharp eyes fixed on me. "The Hunter name must continue."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "We've only been married a month, Mrs. Hunter."

"A month is plenty of time to conceive," she replied dismissively. "Unless there's a problem?"

Mauricio remained silent, focused on his meal. Selene, who had become a regular fixture at our family dinners, watched the exchange with interest.

"Selene, dear," Mrs. Hunter continued, turning her attention away from me, "you look absolutely radiant tonight. That color brings out the glow in your complexion."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hunter," Selene replied, ducking her head modestly.

"Such grace and beauty," Mrs. Hunter sighed, before turning back to me with a critical eye. "Perhaps Mauricio married the wrong woman. One who could give him children and properly support him."

The words struck like physical blows. I set down my fork, no longer able to pretend an interest in eating.

"Please excuse me," I murmured, rising from the table. "I need some fresh air."

No one protested as I fled the dining room. In the garden, surrounded by the roses I had begun tending since moving into the Hunter mansion, I finally allowed my tears to fall. I sank onto a stone bench, my fingers gently touching the velvet petals of a deep red bloom.

This small patch of earth had become my sanctuary, the only place in this grand house where I felt any peace. As I sat there in the gathering dusk, I wondered how my fairy tale marriage had so quickly transformed into something I no longer recognized.

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