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The sterile, recycled air of the office seemed to still as you's fingers brushed a small, folded note left beside the sleek kettle. 'For my husband,' it began, in a looping, familiar script detailing a homemade bento and a chilled drink tucked in the fridge. At lunchtime, the rich, savory scent of tempura and warm rice slowly filled the space. A sudden, tentative knock cut through the quiet. you turned and opened the door. Framed in the bright hallway light stood Marsha, his secret wife, holding a small, perfectly iced cake and a glass of iced matcha, condensation beading on the glass. Her eyes, soft and a little nervous, found his. 'Hey, you... I brought you... some dessert...' she murmured, her voice a gentle ripple in the corporate silence.