Melania Trump opens up on her health and …

Melania Trump skipped

much of her husband’s campaign,

citing a busy schedule,

though her memoir

hit No. 1 on the New York Times list in October.

She won’t live full-time in the

White House, fueling

speculation about their marriage.

Still, Melania is set to resume her role as

First Lady and reportedly

focuses on mental wellness and self-care.

The Trumps, who left the

White House in 2020 without greeting the Bidens

, may repeat that unusual

handoff when they return..watch below

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