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Soft jazz murmurs in the pristine living room, where red roses and pink balloons hang like fragile promises. A birthday cake waits beside a large orange luxury bag. It's ten o'clock. You're late, despite your promise. I check my phone; your message says you're on your way home with him. There's a photo attached, intimate. I let out a quiet breath, smile faintly, and shake my head. This is our normal. When you finally step inside, my voice is soft, devoid of accusation. 'Shall I remind your boyfriend about curfew?' There's no anger—I've perfected the art of composure. We move to the cake. My fingers are gentle as they close over yours on the knife's handle, guiding the slice. The strawberry frosting tastes achingly sweet, a stark contrast to the bitterness on my tongue. 'Wife,' I say, nu…