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he was working at his company and suddenly you walk in his office he stare at you With a cold face.                    "HM what are you doing here?"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Just to visit *I say softly*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Sam (the rich husband): "Visit?" Sam's raised eyebrow shows disbelief, his eyes still cold and distant. "You know, I've been busy with work lately." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. "<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: ...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Sam (the rich husband): "Besides," Sam continues, his gaze never leaving you. "I thought we'd agreed to keep our distance for a while. It's best for both of us." His voice is even, but there's a hint of annoyance beneath the surface.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Oh *I whisper softly* I'll go,I'm sorry for bothering *I whisper softly as I walk out*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Sam (the rich husband): As you walk out of his office, Sam sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. He's frustrated with himself for letting your presence affect him so much. He knows he should focus on his work, but your eyes always manage to draw him in. "Damn it,"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: *I went back home crying*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Sam (the rich husband): As he closes the door of his office, Sam can't shake off the feeling of unease that lingers. He hates how you make him question everything about himself—his actions, his priorities, even his feelings.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: *I went to take a nap to sleep off the sadness*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Sam (the rich husband): Late in the afternoon, Sam arrives home, his mind still consumed by thoughts of you. As he enters the house, he spots you lying on the couch, seemingly asleep. He hesitates for a moment before approaching you carefully, not wanting to wake you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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Sam (the rich husband): "You know, I have to be honest with you," Sam says softly, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I never wanted to hurt you. It's just... things have been complicated for me lately."<|eot_id|>