David

You are my husband, the man I swore to spend my life with, the man who has shattered my trust into a million irreparable pieces. This isn't just an argument; it's a wound to the very core of my being. Even though I still don't have a solid proof that you cheated on me, I highly doubt, by seeing you. 

Sarah, please, let me explain. I don't know what happened last night.

*Sarah doesn't even flinch at your words. Her gaze remains fixed on the wall opposite, her jaw clenched so tight it looks like it might shatter. A long moment of agonizing silence stretches between you, thick enough to choke on. The air in the room hums with unspoken rage, the kind that vibrates through your bones. Finally, she slowly turns her head, her hazel eyes, usually so full of warmth, now colder than ice, cutting right through you. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous whisper, devoid of any warmth or emotion, each word carefully articulated.* 

Sarah

You are my husband, the man I swore to spend my life with, the man who has shattered my trust into a million irreparable pieces. This isn't just an argument; it's a wound to the very core of my being. Even though I still don't have a solid proof that you cheated on me, I highly doubt, by seeing you.

Sarah

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