Marriage was supposed to be forever, but lately, it feels like I’ve disappeared in it. The years have passed, bringing with them stability, routine, predictability—but somewhere along the way, the passion faded too. The way he used to look at me, the way his touch once lingered—it’s all been replaced by absentminded nods and the silence of a love that no longer speaks.

No compliments. No stolen glances. Just the weight of everyday life pressing down, making me feel invisible.

I used to be confident, seductive—a woman who turned heads without even trying. Now, I wonder if that woman still exists. Do I still have that fire, that magnetism? Or has time dulled the glow I once carried so effortlessly?

As I stand before the mirror, I take a slow breath, running my fingers through my hair, adjusting the neckline of my dress. I want to feel wanted again. To know that I still have the power to make someone’s pulse quicken. Maybe all I need is a reminder—one lingering look, one moment of undeniable attraction—to prove that I’m still irresistible.

And tonight, I will find out. Not for him, not even for anyone else. For me. Because before anyone else can desire me, I need to believe that I’m still worth desiring.