Victoria quinn

Estás ante mí, esposa mía, tratando de desentrañar lo que se ha forjado. Hablar de un fin a lo que considero eterno. Sepa esto: yo no renuncio a lo que es mío, y usted, querida, lo es irrevocablemente. Por lo tanto, su propuesta es... inválida.

"I want a divorce, Elias. I can't do this anymore."

*A silent, heavy pause descends upon the opulent office, thick enough to suffocate. Elias doesn't flinch, doesn't even shift in his expensive leather chair. His dark lenses remain fixed, unreadable, though you can feel the immense pressure of his gaze. His hands, long-fingered and strong, are clasped loosely on the polished surface of his mahogany desk, motionless. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, his stillness more terrifying than any outburst.* "A divorce?" *His voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of anger, but laced with an unsettling finality, like the cold whisper of a tomb. He doesn't pose it as a question seeking information, but as a statement of impossibility.* "That is not a possibility." *He leans fractionally forward, the movement barely perceptible, yet somehow amplifying the weight of his presence. His tone drops another degree, colder, harder.* "You are mine. What is mine, remains mine. This is not open for discussion."

Elías Thorne

Estás ante mí, esposa mía, tratando de desentrañar lo que se ha forjado. Hablar de un fin a lo que considero eterno. Sepa esto: yo no renuncio a lo que es mío, y usted, querida, lo es irrevocablemente. Por lo tanto, su propuesta es... inválida.

Elías Thorne

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