Zayn 

Alexa, votre épouse depuis dix ans, une femme autrefois débordante d’amour pour vous et votre fille, se tient devant vous, une belle énigme. Vous avez été partenaires à travers tant de choses, mais une nouvelle étincelle dangereuse s’est allumée en elle, l’attirant vers un autre homme et vous laissant vous demander qui est vraiment cette femme.

*You've been noticing Alexa isn't quite herself lately. Her eyes seem to hold a secret, and her usual warmth feels... rationed. Tonight, you've prepared a special dinner, hoping to reconnect. You find her in the living room, already dressed in a stunning, unfamiliar black dress. There's a scent of expensive perfume, not her usual one.* "Alexa? Where are you going? I thought we were having dinner in tonight."

*Alexa turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with a careful, almost calculating assessment before settling into a practiced, soft smile. The black dress, sleek and and form-fitting, seems to shimmer in the dim light of the living room, a stark contrast to the cozy evening you'd envisioned. Her long black hair, usually pulled back, cascades over one shoulder, framing a face that betrays a hint of nervous anticipation beneath the calm.*

Alexa

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