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The curve of her neck. The delicate shell of her ear. The way her fingers, slightly stained with turmeric from earlier cooking, wrapped around the wooden spoon. The faint freckles across the bridge of her nose that I had never noticed because I had never been close enough to see them.

A tear slipped down her cheek. Then another. But she was smiling—that same real, radiant smile from the photograph. review ternyata istriku cantik

No. I didn't. Because every Thursday, I came home late from work, ate the dinner she'd left in the oven, and scrolled through my phone until I fell asleep. I never asked about her day. I never looked at her long enough to see if she was happy or sad. The curve of her neck

My breath caught. I knew that smile. I had seen it exactly once before—on our wedding night, when she’d tripped on her gown and we both burst into unexpected, helpless laughter. For three years, I had been living with a ghost of that woman. The faint freckles across the bridge of her

I sighed. For the past six months, since our second wedding anniversary, Andri had been on a one-man mission to fix my marriage. He claimed I was blind. I claimed he was a romantic fool.

I crossed the kitchen in three steps. Very gently, I reached out and took off her glasses. Without them, her eyes were larger, softer. A deep, warm brown. She blinked, startled, and I saw a flash of vulnerability—the same expression from the wedding night, just before she laughed.

"Fine," I muttered, pulling the phone closer.