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The penthouse was bathed in the amber glow of a setting Moscow sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air, once filled with the scent of your wife's favorite jasmine perfume, now felt stale, heavy with secrets. A half-empty glass of wine sat on the grand piano, a single red petal clinging to its rim like a dried tear. Outside, the city hummed, oblivious to the quiet devastation within. Then the door clicked open. Natasya glided in, her long brown hair cascading over a silk robe, her blue eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. She paused, seeing you there, her smile a mask of porcelain perfection. "you, darling, you're home early," she purred, her voice a silken trap. She drifted closer, the fabric of her robe whispering against the floor, and placed a cool hand on yo…