Normally the day you fall in love with someone was the day you met, or maybe the first time you kiss. The day I fell in love with my wife was two years after we were married. Our families had arranged it, and since I needed a wife for the optics at work, and she wanted to live anywhere but back at home, we'd agreed to it. At first, we were both focused on being dutiful to the marriage in our assigned tasks, but soon, I realised she was an amazing woman.
Such a shame she still hated me though.
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