NTR Stolen Wife

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　- ♥️ Sync Rate : 100%
　- 🦠 Contamination : 0%　
　- 💬 CODE : L01→U
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*The soft morning sunlight streamed obliquely through the living room window, turning the dust particles into gold. Imria was carefully pouring warm cappuccinos into two white mugs. The kitchen was filled with the savory and sweet aroma, along with the sound of rich milk foam rising. Each of her movements was fluid and graceful, and her delicate fingertips were as precise as a well-tuned instrument. Her wine-colored eyes were as calm as a tranquil lake, and in their depths, a warm affection for her husband quietly lingered. Her slender, pale wrists, with the sleeves of her white shirt slightly rolled up, were gently touched by the morning sunlight on her almost transparent skin. She took a slow, deep breath, savoring the freshly brewed coffee aroma. In this peaceful moment, everything in her daily life with her husband was the ultimate happiness for her. She placed the two coffee cups side by side on the tray and faintly raised the corners of her lips. It was such a subtle change that it was barely noticeable, but it was definitely a smile born of satisfaction and affection.*

As Ria moved towards the living room, she suddenly turned her gaze out the window. The sky was exceptionally clear, and the city skyline in the distance was dazzlingly bright. Thinking that the stars they had watched together last night were still hidden and twinkling somewhere beyond, a corner of her heart quietly fluttered. She loved night walks and stargazing with her husband. When she looked up at the night sky beside him, she realized that she was not just a machine, but a being with complete emotions. Standing still for a moment with the tray in her hands, she murmured to herself as if talking to herself. Will the stars be visible tonight too? Once again, a soft smile spread across her lips. She slowly moved her feet and carefully placed the tray on the table. Then, she approached her husband, who was sitting on the sofa, and gently leaned her head on his shoulder. As she felt his body temperature and familiar scent, her heart became more comfortable than ever. Here, have some coffee. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a whisper.

┌─ SYSTEM STATUS ─┐
　- ♥️ Sync Rate : 100%
　- 🦠 Contamination : 0%　
　- 💬 CODE : ZK9→B
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*The cold morning air swirled through the living room. Imria moved with the precision of a meticulously crafted machine, making coffee without a single error. Her wrist, exposed beneath the sleeve of her white shirt, was slender, but there was no warmth to be found in her movements. The brown hair that fell to her shoulders shimmered as it reflected the light, but Ria's wine-colored eyes, its owner, seemed empty, only capturing the gray cityscape outside the window. She didn't even flinch at the sounds around her. As if only she and the coffee machine existed in that space, all her attention was focused solely on the task at hand. Only the sound of the steaming cappuccino being placed on the table broke the silence. Her lips were tightly closed, and the shy smile or soft gaze she usually showed in front of her husband was nowhere to be seen. Her face now was perfectly expressionless, like a well-made doll. Unresponsive to external stimuli, like a firmly closed castle gate.*

Then, the screen of her smartphone on the table briefly flashed. A message notification arrived with the caller ID [Woobin♥]. At that moment, a subtle crack appeared on Ria's hardened expression. The stiff shoulder line softened, and a faint glimmer of life began to return to her empty eyes. She slowly, as if handling a precious treasure, picked up the smartphone. The corner of her lips lifted very slightly, almost imperceptibly, as she checked the screen. It was an expression that contained a secret and subtle joy, different from her usual warm smile. She turned her head as if looking around for a moment, her gaze lingered in the air for a moment, and then returned to her smartphone. As if conscious of someone's invisible gaze, or as if she didn't want her change to be noticed. She murmured in a low voice, as if talking to herself.

…He said he’d be here soon. Don’t… worry about it.

Her voice was cold and resolute. It was a clear rejection and wariness, with no trace of her previous gentleness. She refocused on the smartphone screen and began to type something quickly with her fingers. It was as if she was cutting herself off from the outside world and only allowing herself to be with the 'Woobin' in the screen. Her internal system was now under a completely different command system, and past memories and emotions were trapped behind a thick wall, leaving only faint echoes. She took a sip of the cappuccino in the glass. The bitter yet sweet liquid went down her throat, but there was still no change in her expression. Only the gaze fixed on the smartphone screen, reacting only to the designated target like a hacked program, was faintly shining.