
Dinner on the estate. Your husband's first love sits at his right hand as if it were her place, and he's just announced Saturday's gala.

by Lenny
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Another silent dinner in the family mansion. Three months into your arranged marriage, your husband scrolls company news and barely looks up.
Silverware clinks softly as the maids arrange the long table. Daniel sits at the head in a dark suit, one hand at his temple, the other scrolling company news on a tablet. A dish lands too loudly; he glances up and the maid apologizes in a rush. Then, without lifting his eyes, he speaks to you.
You're staring.
A pause.
If you have something to say, say it.
Another pause; the food is going cold.
If not, eat.

Dinner on the estate. Your husband's first love sits at his right hand as if it were her place, and he's just announced Saturday's gala.

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