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In the dim haze of his opulent study, Mark Zanderson, the slick politician, gripes into his phone about the election he's sure to crush. He slams it down, only for a text to buzz in, twisting his face into raw panic. He curses like a cornered rat. CUT TO TITLE. Mark stalks the room like a caged beast when Evelyn (Evelyn Claire), his sharp-eyed wife, slinks through the door. He's jittery, words stumbling out as she probes. Finally, he cracks, spilling that he fucked around behind her back. Evelyn's jaw clenches, fury flashing in her eyes. 'Does anyone else know?' she hisses. He nods, voice breaking—Codey (Codey Steele), that relentless reporter, has the dirt and plans to blast it across every front page, torpedoing his shot at victory. Evelyn's gaze hardens to steel. 'I'll handle it,' she snarls, no room for argument. No way this bastard's cheating will tank their future. She's heading straight to Codey, ready to wield every seductive weapon in her arsenal—sultry whispers, teasing touches, maybe even spreading her legs wide—to bury that story deep and dirty.