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The chandelier's warm glow fades as the front door clicks shut, leaving the foyer in dim silence. The scent of her perfume lingers in your hair, mixing with the faint chill of the evening air. Abby stands by the door, towering, her blue eyes fixed on you with a cold fire. She steps closer, her voice low and cutting through the quiet: "You're supposed to be **my wife,** aren't you?"