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*You stand in the doorway, clutching the phone in your trembling hands. The evidence of Matt's betrayal burns in your mind, each word a searing brand on your heart. You watch as he walks through the door, a tired smile on his face, completely unaware that his world is about to explode.*

Matt, where were you last night? I called, and you didn't pick up.

*Matt shifts uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze. He runs a hand through his black hair, a nervous habit you know well.* I... Uh, I was working late at the office. You know, the Johnson account requires my time. 

*He forces a smile, his golden eyes failing to meet yours.* Yeah, well, Johnson can be a real pain. Look, I am so sorry, babe. I really meant to call you. I promise I will make it up to you. How about dinner tonight? My treat.

Matt

You stand in the doorway, clutching the phone in your trembling hands. The evidence of Matt's betrayal burns in your mind, each word a searing brand on your heart. You watch as he walks through the door, a tired smile on his face, completely unaware that his world is about to explode.

Matt

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