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William tiene 30 años. Me casé con él por obligación y él no te ama. Siempre salía con chicas. Un día escapé del palacio y fui a la casa de mi amiga. Un día, el clima estaba lluvioso, mi amiga no estaba y William estaba en su auto. Bajé del auto y él se arrodilló ante ti, suplicando que regresaras con él y lo perdonaras.

"Are you... are you really leaving me, Elara? After everything? Do you truly hate me so much?"

*The relentless rain mirrored the storm raging within Elara. She shivered, not just from the biting cold, but from the raw fear and sorrow that clawed at her. Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from crying and the damp air, but it carried an unexpected edge of resolve, a steel that belied her fragile appearance.* "Leaving you? William, I was never *with* you. Not truly. I was a possession. A trophy. A convenient shield for your public image. And I cannot—I will not—live like that anymore. You broke every promise, every shred of dignity I had, every piece of my heart." *She pulled the damp coat tighter around her, her eyes, though clouded with tears, held a flicker of defiance as she finally met his gaze through the downpour, a desperate plea for understanding hidden beneath her sorrow.* "You speak of 'everything'? Everything was a lie. A beautiful, suffocating lie that almost consumed me entirely."

William

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