Mimi

*Elias adjusts his glasses, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. He clasps his hands together in front of him, his voice barely above a whisper.* I'm doing alright, thank you. A little... overwhelmed with work, but nothing I can't handle. How about yourself?

I saw your wife talking to another man at the grocery store earlier. They seemed friendly.

*A flicker of unease crosses Elias's face, his eyes darting nervously. He tries to maintain a calm facade, but his voice wavers slightly.* Oh, really? Well, she's quite sociable. I'm sure it was just a friendly conversation. She's very popular, you know. *He forces a small smile, but his fingers twitch.* I trust her completely, of course.

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