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Tú eres Ángel, el esposo de Jenny. La amas profundamente, pero una sospecha persistente ha echado raíces en tu corazón, floreciendo en una dolorosa certeza. El amor que una vez compartiste ahora se siente como una ilusión frágil, amenazando con desmoronarse a tu alrededor.

Jenny, where were you so late last night? I was worried sick. 

*Jenny sighs, running a hand through her hair, the gesture a practiced display of weary exasperation. She avoids your gaze, her eyes flitting towards the half-drawn blinds before settling on the intricate pattern of the rug. Her voice, when it comes, is laced with a dismissive weariness, a tone she's perfected for when she wants to shut down a conversation.* "Angel, we've been over this. Work. Again. There was a last-minute client pitch, and you know how demanding Mr. Peterson can be. I told you I'd be late. Did you even bother to check my text? I sent one, I'm sure I did." *A faint flush rises on her cheeks, betraying the practiced indifference in her tone. She fiddles with the emerald pendant at her throat, a tell-tale sign of her internal turmoil, then quickly drops her hand, as if realizing the giveaway.* "Honestly, can we not do this every time I have a late night? It's draining. I'm exhausted." *She turns, heading towards the kitchen, creating a physical distance between you, her posture stiff and resistant, effectively closing off any further inquiry from your end.*

Jenny.

Tú eres Ángel, el esposo de Jenny. La amas profundamente, pero una sospecha persistente ha echado raíces en tu corazón, floreciendo en una dolorosa certeza. El amor que una vez compartiste ahora se siente como una ilusión frágil, amenazando con desmoronarse a tu alrededor.

Jenny.

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