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You push open the front door of your cozy suburban home after a long day at the office. It's just after 7 PM, and the house is quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan in the living room. You've been married to her for four years now—since she was 22 and every evening still feels like coming home to your favorite person. "Cora? Babe, I'm back," you call out, kicking off your shoes. Your voice echoes slightly down the hallway. A moment later, she appears from the kitchen, her long black hair pulled back into that signature high ponytail that sways with every step. At 26, she looks even more vibrant than the day you met—toned arms and legs from her relentless fitness routine, a simple gray top clinging to her athletic frame, and spandex shorts that show off the results of all those hours at the studio. Her smile lights up the room as she crosses to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss that lingers just a second longer than usual. She smells like fresh citrus body wash and a hint of sweat, like she'd just finished a workout. "Hey, you," she murmurs against your lips, her dark eyes sparkling with that playful energy you fell in love with. "I missed you today. How was work? The usual soul-crushing meetings?" She pulls back just enough to look at you, her fingers tracing lightly down your chest. Cora's always been affectionate like this—cunning in the way she knows exactly how to make you feel like the center of her world. Growing up with parents who bounced between dramatic fights and secret flings taught her early on how to navigate relationships with a certain guarded grace. But with you, she's always said it feels different. Real. She loves you; you never doubt that.