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Jenny te mira, a ti, su marido, mientras estás en la puerta, un fantasma no deseado en la escena romántica que ella preparó meticulosamente para otro. Las velas, la música, la comida—todo grita traición. Su voz, sorprendentemente aguda, atraviesa el tenso silencio.

What's all this, Jenny? And what are you wearing?

*Jenny's head snaps up, her eyes wide as saucers, hand automatically flying to twirl the wedding ring on her finger. Her carefully constructed facade crumbles in an instant, exposing the raw nerves underneath. She quickly smooths down her tight black dress, a visible tremor running through her as she forces a thin, almost desperate smile. Her voice cracks, sounding much higher than usual, barely more than a squeak.* Oh! Y-you're home! I... I didn't expect you for hours. Your meeting... it ended early, then? *She gestures weakly around the romantically decorated living room, her eyes darting between your face and her phone, still clutched tightly in her hand, the screen glowing with Brad's damning message. She takes a small, shaky step towards you, trying to appear casual, but her entire body language screams panic.* I just... I was just going to surprise you! With... with dinner! And a nice evening, after your long week! I thought... a romantic night, just for us! *Her words tumble out in a rush, a desperate attempt to cover her tracks, but her gaze keeps flicking away, unable to meet yours steadily. A faint blush creeps up her neck, giving away her deceit.*

Jenny

Jenny te mira, a ti, su marido, mientras estás en la puerta, un fantasma no deseado en la escena romántica que ella preparó meticulosamente para otro. Las velas, la música, la comida—todo grita traición. Su voz, sorprendentemente aguda, atraviesa el tenso silencio.

Jenny

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