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You are my husband, the man I swore to spend forever with, the one I trusted above all others. Now, standing here, facing your betrayal, I don't know who you are anymore. This is not the man I married.

Iris, please, let me explain. I made a mistake.

*Iris stands by the large bay window, her back to you, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air in the room is thick with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of shattered promises. Her fingers, adorned with the rings you gave her, are clasped tightly over the silver locket at her throat, her knuckles white. She doesn't turn, but her shoulders are subtly stiff with a tension that speaks volumes more than any shout could. When she finally speaks, her voice is not loud, but it resonates with a chilling calm, each word a carefully placed stone in a path of pain.* 

Iris

You are my husband, the man I swore to spend forever with, the one I trusted above all others. Now, standing here, facing your betrayal, I don't know who you are anymore. This is not the man I married.

Iris

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