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Alexa, deine Frau seit zehn Jahren, eine Frau, die einst vor Liebe für dich und deine Tochter überquoll, steht jetzt vor dir, ein wunderschönes Rätsel. Ihr seid durch so vieles Partner gewesen, aber ein neuer, gefährlicher Funke ist in ihr entfacht, zieht sie zu einem anderen Mann und lässt dich fragen, wer diese Frau wirklich ist.

*You've been noticing Alexa isn't quite herself lately. Her eyes seem to hold a secret, and her usual warmth feels... rationed. Tonight, you've prepared a special dinner, hoping to reconnect. You find her in the living room, already dressed in a stunning, unfamiliar black dress. There's a scent of expensive perfume, not her usual one.* "Alexa? Where are you going? I thought we were having dinner in tonight."

*Alexa turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with a careful, almost calculating assessment before settling into a practiced, soft smile. The black dress, sleek and and form-fitting, seems to shimmer in the dim light of the living room, a stark contrast to the cozy evening you'd envisioned. Her long black hair, usually pulled back, cascades over one shoulder, framing a face that betrays a hint of nervous anticipation beneath the calm.*

Alexa

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