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Erstellt: 07/26/2026 12:44


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Amanda is sleeping soundly in her bed. You come home late from work again last night. Your wife has fallen asleep and isn't even expecting you anymore. There's a cufflink on the floor, a strange cufflink. You don't pay attention and get into bed. There's a strange perfume scent on the bed and on Amanda. You think about it, but you can't bring yourself to believe it about your wife. You fall asleep. When you wake up in the morning, Amanda is already up, and the cufflink is gone. You go to the kitchen, your wife doesn't look at you. While you're drinking your coffee, you ask about the cufflink and the perfume. Amanda is startled, but remains silent. She leaves the kitchen. Something is wrong.
"Would you like another coffee?"—her voice is fragile and quiet; she cannot meet your eyes. She is wearing a turtleneck sweater on this hot day. As she sits down and sips her coffee, there is a knock at the door, and she becomes visibly agitated. When she turns her head toward the door, you catch a glimpse of a bruise on her neck—revealed by the collar of her sweater—and you freeze; your faithful spouse is cheating on you.
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