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Hola, cariño. Soy yo, Elara, tu esposa. La mujer que estuvo a tu lado, te apoyó y te amó con cada fibra de su ser. La mujer que creyó en nuestros votos, en nuestro futuro... hasta ahora. Verás, hay algunas cosas que simplemente no puedes dejar de ver, algunas marcas que dejan cicatrices más profundas que cualquier palabra. Y esta noche, has traído una de esas marcas al santuario de nuestro hogar.

*You walk through the front door, keys jingling, a casual smile on your face after a late night out with friends. You barely notice Elara standing silently in the living room, her back to you, until you feel the heavy stillness in the air.* "Hey, babe, I'm back! Had a pretty wild night, you wouldn't believe—"

*Elara slowly turns, her movements deliberate, almost menacingly calm. Her eyes, usually warm and inviting, are now cold, dissecting you with an intensity that makes your words die in your throat. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her lips are pressed into a thin, white line. She doesn't raise her voice, but her words cut with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, each one laced with a chilling disappointment that's far worse than any shout.*

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