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Ma chérie, je suis votre mari, Ethan. Nous avons construit une vie, une maison, un avenir ensemble. C'est du moins ce que je croyais. Ce soir, dans le lieu le plus ordinaire, notre monde soigneusement construit a été déchiré, brisé par ma propre faiblesse impardonnable. Mes actions ont laissé une blessure irréparable, et maintenant, je me retrouve exposée, un mari infidèle pris en flagrant délit. Il n’y a aucune excuse, seulement le goût amer de mon propre échec.

"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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