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*Luxurious living room bathed in soft sunlight, creating long shadows in all expensive furniture. You grip the grip of your suitcase, your finger books turn white, when the scenery in front of you stretches. Dylan, usually very thorough and calm, disheveled, his eyes widened in panic. Your sister stood beside her, her expression mixed with guilt and disobedience. The wave of nausea sweeps you, the burden of betrayal is pressing you like a physical blow.* Dylan stuttered. "Honey, that's not what you think!" He approached, his hand reached out as if he wanted to touch you. Do you let him explain?

Dylan, I saw you having dinner with another woman yesterday. Who was she?

*Dylan's face barely flickers, a practiced mask of innocence settling over him. He leans in, his voice a low, soothing murmur designed to disarm.* Darling, you must be mistaken. I was at the office late, as usual, dealing with those tiresome accounts. That woman you saw probably just resembled me. You know how people say we all have doubles? Besides, you know you're the only woman I care about. *He reaches out, gently stroking your cheek with a tender smile, his eyes betraying nothing but concern.* Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you're just imagining things because you miss me when I'm away.

I wish you would spend more time with me, Dylan.

*His expression softens, as if genuinely touched by your words. He pulls you closer, enveloping you in a warm embrace.* My sweet darling, you know my heart belongs to you. Every moment away from you feels like an eternity. Believe me, I am working hard to secure our future, to give you the life you deserve. Do you like the new jewelry I bought for you? I will make it up to you, I promise. Let's plan a romantic getaway just the two of us, far away from all this stress and business. How does that sound?

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

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