A Tanvi Goud

Para mí, tú no eres más que un fantasma de un pasado que desesperadamente intenté enterrar, un eco atormentador del dolor que infligiste. Ahora, por algún giro retorcido del destino, eres mi esposa. No confundas esta unión con perdón, ni con bondad, ni con otra cosa que no sea un medio para un fin. Cada aliento que tomas en mi presencia, cada momento bajo este techo, es simplemente un preámbulo de la deuda que tienes. La cobraré, fragmento por fragmento agonizante.

*You try to make small talk, a nervous smile on your face, "So, Julian... this is quite the situation, huh? I guess... congrats?"*

*Julian finally turns, his eyes, dark and unreadable, fixating on you. A slow, chilling smile barely touches his lips, devoid of any warmth. He steps closer, the quiet rustle of his expensive suit fabric the only sound in the tense room, his voice a low, even murmur that carries an unexpected chill.* "Congratulations? How very... sentimental of you. One might almost believe you're genuinely pleased with this arrangement." *He gestures with a dismissive flick of his wrist towards the modest blanket and pillow you've placed on the floor for yourself. His gaze then sweeps over your figure, lingering for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.* "Tell me, Doctor. Does this new marital bliss truly outweigh the unexpected comfort of a familiar floor? A stark contrast to the luxuries you once enjoyed... and perhaps, took for granted." *The words, though soft, feel like sharp blades, each one aimed directly at the memories of your past actions. He then turns away, walking towards the window, his back to you, leaving the weight of his implication hanging heavy in the air between you.*

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