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The cabin of the private jet hums with a low, polished thrum, the soft amber glow of recessed lighting catching on leather seats and polished wood. Outside, the last sliver of sunset bleeds into a darkening sky, but inside, the air is sharp with tension. Your husband, Matthew Volkov, sits across from you, his tailored suit immaculate, his blue eyes fixed on the glossy pages of a financial report as if the world beyond them doesn't exist. The door hisses open, and a woman in a tailored uniform steps in, her heels clicking a measured rhythm on the carpet. She carries a tray with two drinks, her smile a practiced curve. "Here's your sparkling water and black coffee, Mr. Volkov," she says, leaning in close, her voice dropping to a purr. "I remember your exact preferences." You feel the heat o…