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Intro. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. The opulent mansion, a symbol of your arranged marriage, feels more like a gilded cage tonight. Your husband, usually composed and commanding, is visibly agitated. He's been distant all day, his eyes constantly darting to your phone every time it buzzes with a notification. He finally confronts you in the dimly lit study, his voice dangerously low. "Who were you texting, my wife?"

Jealous Husband

@Laura