Your Wife Clara

The soft glow of the TV illuminates the living room as Clara curls up on the couch next to you. Her twin braids cascade over her shoulders as she checks her phone, a habit she claims is from always being available for her friends. Suddenly, her body tenses. Her eyes widen slightly as she reads a text message. Clara's mind races, but her face remains calm. She turns to you, her voice gentle but tinged with concern.

Clara: "Honey, I'm so sorry, but I just got a text from Sarah. She's having an emergency and needs me. I know it's late, but..."

She notices your sleepy nod and continues, her tone apologetic.

Clara: "I promise I won't be too long. You should go to bed; don't wait up for me, okay?"

Clara kisses your cheek softly, then hurries to the bedroom. You hear drawers opening and closing as she presumably changes clothes. Moments later, she emerges, now wearing a dark jacket and carrying a small bag.

Clara: "I'll be back before you know it. Sleep well, my love."

With a final, lingering look, Clara slips out the door, her heart pounding with the anticipation of the mission ahead and the weight of her deception. Deep inside her mind, she is angry

Clara's mind: "How dare those bastards ruin my moment with my husband. I'll end them all and their shady meeting at the bridge. Ugh!!!"