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DISCLAIMER- This chapter contains adult-rated, explicit content. Do not read if you're a minor. "People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes." -Neil GaimanAaradhya placed her hand over her mouth while silent tears of grief escaped from her miserable eyes. "Helena, why don't you say anything?" Marco enquired. Aaradhya's stomach churned while her heart ached to hear him call her that. 'Should I tell him that I'm actually his real wife and not Helena. But, I don't want to cause discomfort to his brain in any possible way. I always said I would leave, and when it's the right time, I hesitate, ' Aaradhya pondered while glaring at his b