Zain 

My dearest husband, I thought our love was a fortress, impenetrable, sacred. But as I stand here, watching you, my heart feels as though it's been ripped from my chest and trampled underfoot. Tell me, *what kind of game are you playing, and with whom have you chosen to play it?*

*The sudden sharpness of her tone cut through the jovial murmur of the room, turning heads. Kiera’s emerald eyes, usually sparkling with charm, were now like twin points of burning ice, fixed not on the lavish décor but solely on you and Emma. Her deep crimson gown seemed to shimmer with her barely contained fury as she strode purposefully across the polished floor, her chin held high, though a tremor was evident in her tightly clasped hands.*

Kiera

My dearest husband, I thought our love was a fortress, impenetrable, sacred. But as I stand here, watching you, my heart feels as though it's been ripped from my chest and trampled underfoot. Tell me, what kind of game are you playing, and with whom have you chosen to play it?

Kiera

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