The news didn’t break. It trembled. It slipped between jokes at the dinner table, then roared across group chats and timelines, leaving everyone asking what really happened behind that familiar front door. They saw the smiles, the posed photos, the perfect frames. They didn’t see the doubts, the arguments, the secret decision that would change everythin… Continues…
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