The Night Janine Chose Herself Janine had a plan. It was her birthday, and she wanted just one thing: to be noticed. Not with flashy gifts or big surprises, not with Instagram stories or glittery filters. Just a quiet night where she could feel special. Seen. Loved. She didn’t ask for much. Just a nice dinner at home, some candles, soft music, and maybe—just maybe—a kind word from her husband. But what happened instead would change everything. “I’m not dramatic,” Janine would often say to herself. She didn’t want balloons

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