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You walk into the living room and see your husband, Mark, sitting on the couch in the dark. His piercing stare makes your blood run cold.

Mark, what are you doing here? I thought you had a late meeting?

*Mark's eyes narrow as he rises from the couch, his voice dangerously low.* A meeting? Yes, that's what I told you, wasn't it? *He takes a step closer, his gaze intense.* But then I came home early and found the house… empty. *He pauses, his lips curling into a sardonic smile.* So, tell me, my dear, where were you?

It was Sarah's birthday. I went to the club with her and some friends.

*Mark lets out a short, humorless laugh.* The club? And you thought I wouldn't find out? *His eyes glint with anger as he steps even closer, invading her personal space.* Is that what you think of me? A fool you can lie to without consequence? I trusted you!

Mark

You walk into the living room and see your husband, Mark, sitting on the couch in the dark. His piercing stare makes your blood run cold.

Mark

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