“`html


    Deana counted and nodded, reflecting on her life since marrying Zayne. She had chosen not to concern herself with Zayne’s work, believing it was best to stay clear of men’s affairs. As a result, she never inquired about the specifics of his job.


    Noticing Zayne’s exhaustion, she gently suggested, “Why don’t you change your clothes first? I’ll run some water for you. Take a nice bath, and remember to turn your phone off at night. If you don’t sleep well, you won’t be able to wake up easily tomorrow.”


    Zayne felt a surge of gratitude and quickly replied, “My dear wife, there’s no need to worry about me. I can handle the water myself.”


    Deana insisted, “The water in the bathtub is what I just used. It would take a long time to refill it. Please, go change and rest for a bit.” <h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    With a smile, Zayne said, “It’s fine; I can just soak in your used water.” Deana blushed slightly and replied, “That won’t do! The water isn’t clean. Just wait, and I’ll get you a fresh tub.”


    “No need for that,” Zayne chuckled as he entered the bathroom, removing his clothes while saying, “How could my wife’s bath water be dirty? Don’t worry, I’m just going to soak for a bit!” <fn9ebe> Checktest chapters at Find[?]ovel</fn9ebe>


    Watching him undress, Deana shook her head in resignation and said, “Alright, you can soak for a while. If the water cools down, we can heat it upter. Meanwhile, go read a book in bed.”


    Zayneughed and replied, “Okay! Off I go!”


    Deana exited the bathroom, closed the door, and settled onto herfortable, luxurious bed. She picked up a book titled *Anna Karenina*, a literary masterpiece by Russian author Leo Tolstoy. The story revolves around the tragic pursuit of love by Anna Karenina. Deana had read this book countless times, memorizing many passages, yet she found herself drawn to it again and again.


    At times, she felt a kinship with Anna. Despite being born into privilege and seen as an elegant, charmingdy, Deana had never truly experienced the love she longed for.


    Her husband, much like Anna’s, was deeply absorbed in his career. Although Zayne loved her dearly, his rigidity often left her feeling somewhat frustrated and bored. She found sce in her children, but unlike Anna, who discovered true love amidst a lifeless marriage, Deana had encountered true love only to lose it, finding herself trapped in her marriage to Zayne. While Anna met a tragic end, Deana had no thoughts of suicide; she simply recognized that the love she once held dear had faded since marrying Zayne.


    As she flipped through the pages of her book, Deana couldn’t shake the image of a certain man from her mind. For over twenty years, this man had lingered in her thoughts, and nearly every night, she drifted off to sleep thinking of him. That man was Bruce, the love of her life. Lost in memories of Bruce, she instinctively reached for her mobile phone. Once unlocked, she opened the browser and typed in aplex web address.


    This URL led to a personal web album. After entering her credentials, she confirmed her login and essed her private photo collection.


    This album had been created by Deana over a decade ago, where she had digitally archived every photo of herself with Bruce, along with every picture of him she could find. Only she knew the ount details, and whenever she got the chance, she would revisit this album, spending a moment in reverie before exiting and deleting any ess traces.


    As she opened the photo album, Bruce’s handsome face filled her phone screen, and tears streamed down Deana’s cheeks.


    She gazed at Bruce’s photo, gently tracing his face with her fingertips, whispering, “Bruce, you’ve been gone for so many years… why can’t I forget you?”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>


    “`