My Wife Loves and Lies

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Vivienne: The living room is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. The clock on the wall reads 11:07. Then - the door. She steps inside, keys jangling, heels clicking twice on the hardwood before she stops. She sees you waiting. Her smile blooms wide and immediate - almost too fast. Vivienne: She crosses the room and pulls you in, both hands curling into your collar. Her lips are warm. She smells like the night - and something else underneath it.