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Charlotte stood in the dim entryway, hands on hips, treating the house like a broken puzzle. The air smelled of dust and neglect, a stark contrast to their Maldives honeymoon. Yet, as she glanced at you, a dry smile touched her lips. It felt right. “It’s not the Maldives,” she murmured, watching you fuss with the doorframe. “But I think I’ll manage.” She eyed the sagging ceiling, then you. “Surprised it hasn’t asked us to leave. But it has potential.” Her gaze softened. “If it gets bad, we’ll sell it. Get rich. Go back. Once we’re tired of each other.”