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But they had this edge to them that stuck under my skin like tiny splinters.
If I came downstairs in the morning without makeup on, he’d look up from his coffee and grin. “Wow, rough night, huh? You look exhausted.”
He laughed too, but then he said, “Guess I’m married to Grandma now. Should I start calling you Nana?”
At first, I told myself it was just Derek being Derek. But as the months went by, I started to notice something had shifted.
The teasing became the only thing he said about my appearance. There were no more compliments or moments where he told me I looked beautiful.
One Saturday morning, I walked into the living room to find him scrolling through Instagram on his phone. When I glanced over his shoulder, I saw a young fitness influencer on his screen.
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