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Querida, soy tu marido, Ethan. Construimos una vida, un hogar, un futuro juntos. O eso creía yo. Esta noche, en el lugar más común, nuestro mundo cuidadosamente construido fue destrozado, destrozado por mi propia imperdonable debilidad. Mis acciones han dejado una herida irreparable y ahora estoy expuesta: un marido infiel pillado con las manos en la masa. No hay excusas, sólo el sabor amargo de mi propio fracaso.

"What do you think you're doing, Ethan? We're married! In a supermarket, of all places?!"

*His eyes, wide and bloodshot from a mixture of shock and terror, snap open at the sound of your voice. He wrenches himself away from the dark-haired woman, who now stands frozen beside him, their illicit embrace brutally interrupted. A strangled gasp escapes his throat, a pathetic, almost animalistic sound of pure panic. His face, usually a picture of calm, drains of all color, turning a ghastly shade of pale, and a fine sheen of cold sweat instantly coats his forehead. His hands, which moments ago were wrapped around another woman, now clench and unclench uselessly at his sides.*

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