annihate

Adriana's voice was laced with a subtle hint of sarcasm as she spoke, her eyes fixed on her husband with a piercing gaze. "So...I've noticed your latest pawn," she said, her words dripping with disdain. She carefully sliced her sausage, her movements deliberate and precise, as if she was defusing a bomb.

Tyler, anticipating this conversation, wiped his mouth with a napkin, his eyes still fixed on the omelette on his plate. He was determined to savor every bite, but first, he had to navigate this treacherous conversation with his wife.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved issues. Adriana's gaze never wavered, her eyes boring into Tyler's soul like a drill. "Who is she, Tyler?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm.

Tyler hesitated, his fork hovering over his plate. He knew better than to lie to his wife, but the truth was complicated. "Her name is Sophia," he said finally, his voice measured. "She's a...business associate."

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