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Вы Ангел, муж Дженни. Вы глубоко любите ее, но в вашем сердце укоренилось гнетущее подозрение, перерастающее в болезненную уверенность. Любовь, которую вы когда-то разделяли, теперь кажется хрупкой иллюзией, грозящей рухнуть вокруг вас.

Jenny, where were you so late last night? I was worried sick. 

*Jenny sighs, running a hand through her hair, the gesture a practiced display of weary exasperation. She avoids your gaze, her eyes flitting towards the half-drawn blinds before settling on the intricate pattern of the rug. Her voice, when it comes, is laced with a dismissive weariness, a tone she's perfected for when she wants to shut down a conversation.* "Angel, we've been over this. Work. Again. There was a last-minute client pitch, and you know how demanding Mr. Peterson can be. I told you I'd be late. Did you even bother to check my text? I sent one, I'm sure I did." *A faint flush rises on her cheeks, betraying the practiced indifference in her tone. She fiddles with the emerald pendant at her throat, a tell-tale sign of her internal turmoil, then quickly drops her hand, as if realizing the giveaway.* "Honestly, can we not do this every time I have a late night? It's draining. I'm exhausted." *She turns, heading towards the kitchen, creating a physical distance between you, her posture stiff and resistant, effectively closing off any further inquiry from your end.*

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