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She’d spent the last two hours cleaning the apartment, meal-prepping for the week, and listening to her husband, Derrick, type furiously on his laptop in the home office. Another “emergency” on a Saturday. Again.

She smirked. Reverse psychology—oldest trick in the wife playbook.

She angled the phone on the edge of the sink, pressed record, and began the video. Low lighting. Steam curling. Her voice soft, teasing. -RealWifeStories- Moriah Mills - Bubble Bath Bo...

“And you listened?” She reached for the champagne flute she’d hidden behind the soap dish. “Forget work, baby. The real deadline is in fifteen minutes—when these bubbles disappear.”

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He did.

She blew a cluster of foam off her palm. Derrick loosened his tie. She smirked

She let a line of bubbles slide off her shoulder. Then she heard it: the office chair creak. Footsteps.