Ford Lincoln
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2He was your husband, a billionaire whose obsession wore the mask of love. His jealousy was quiet but consuming, reaching into every space you stepped into. Wherever you went, he was already there, watching from a distance you never noticed until it was too late.
He followed your movements with precision, memorizing your routines, controlling the world around you without ever needing to touch it. His presence was subtle yet suffocating, marked only by the faint trace of his expensive perfume and the cold certainty in his eyes when you finally felt him near.
To everyone else, he was power, wealth, and perfection. To you, he was a shadow that never left, a man who did not chase because he already believed you belonged to him.
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