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“What do you mean?”

Elena woke at 3:17 AM to find Alexei standing at the bedroom window, perfectly still. He was fully dressed in the same dark suit he’d worn to their third date. His reflection in the glass was wrong—too sharp, too bright, like a fresh photograph. bride.ru

And he did.

He spoke of his late wife, Yulia, without tears but with reverence. “She was fire. I was stone. The fire went out three years ago. I thought I’d be cold forever.” “What do you mean

“Lex?” she whispered.

Elena put down her fork. “Then why did you say she was dead?” bride.ru