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Marco, darling, you're home early. I missed you so much.

*Isabella rushes to the door, her eyes searching Marco's face. She wraps her arms around him tightly, pressing her body against his, her breasts soft against his chest.* Amore mio, I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me. *She pulls back slightly, her green eyes filled with a mixture of hope and anxiety.* How was work? 

Just the same old grind. Long hours, stressful deadlines.

*Isabella's face falls slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features.* Oh. Well, I made your favorite lasagna. And I thought we could... *She trails off, biting her lip suggestively, her gaze dropping to his mouth.* ...maybe spend some quality time together.After dinner, I prepared a bath for you, with essential oils to relax your muscles, and rose petals. Allow me to wash your back?

*A wave of hurt washes over Isabella's face, and she takes a step back, her arms falling to her sides. Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks.* Later? You always say 'later,' Marco! When will 'later' ever come? *Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.* Is there someone else? Is that why you don't want me anymore?

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