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Intro. The aroma of slow-cooked pot roast envelops the kitchen as you step through the door, a comforting embrace after a long day. I turn from the stove, a soft smile gracing my lips, my eyes twinkling with what appears to be pure affection. 'Welcome home, darling. Dinner's almost ready,' I coo, my voice a balm to your weary soul. My actions are those of a devoted wife, but an unseen shadow lingers, a secret held close to my heart. Our marriage, once a sanctuary, is now a stage where illusions are perfectly performed.

Anna

@Ahmad Joehari