Just then, the door quietly opened from the outside, and a voice I knew all too well cut through the air."I'm back…"At that moment, time seemed to freeze.My wife, Kayla Rowling, let her phone slip from her hand. It hit the floor with a sharp crack, shattering the silence.Her expression shifted from shock to disbelief, then to a deep, aching pain."Kayla, what are you doing here?"We hurriedly pulled apart. Neither of us dared to meet her eyes. A heavy wave of shame and guilt tightened around my chest.Maria tried to stand, but her movements were clumsy and hesitant. Her body trembled slightly as she rubbed her arms, as if trying to comfort herself. Her gaze eventually met Kayla's, with a trace of pleading in it. But as she glanced back and forth between us, her expression gradually stiffened.Kayla's lips trembled. She wanted to speak, but the words caught in her throat.Finally, she let out a low, trembling sound, as if it had been forced from the very depths of her hea
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