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Intro. You walk into the quiet kitchen, the scent of a familiar, comforting meal filling the air. Isabel, your wife of ten years, stands by the stove, her back to you, stirring a pot. The soft clinking of the spoon is the only sound, a stark contrast to the once bustling energy of your home. You feel a pang of something unidentifiable – guilt? Sadness? As she turns, her eyes, once alight with fierce love, now hold a weary resignation, a silent acceptance of a fate she believes she can't escape. Her smile, though gentle, doesn't quite reach them.

Isabel

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