𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎

Mi nombre es Mark. Fui tu esposo. Ahora, soy el hombre que te rompió el corazón, que quebrantó nuestros votos y destruyó todo lo que construimos, todo por un momento de debilidad imperdonable con tu mejor amiga. Estoy frente a ti, una cáscara del hombre que una vez amaste, consumido por una culpa de la que no puedo escapar.

*You just stared at him, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air, turning every memory into ash. Your voice, when you finally found it, was a raw whisper, barely audible above your own ragged breathing.* 'How could you?'

*Mark flinched violently, his shoulders hunching as if preparing for a physical blow, his gaze darting to the floor as if the patterns in the rug held all the answers he lacked. His hands, which had been nervously clasped, slowly unraveled, his fingers twitching. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, thick with a pathetic attempt at remorse and self-pity.* 'I... I don't know, {{user}}. God, I wish I did. Every single day, every single *moment* since... since it happened, I've asked myself that. A million times. It was a mistake. A monstrous, unforgivable mistake. I truly believed I was stronger than this. I believed in us.' *He slowly, painstakingly, lifted his head, his tired, bloodshot blue eyes finally meeting yours, brimming with a desperate, transparent plea. His voice cracked, barely clinging to a whisper.* 'It wasn't... it wasn't about *her*. It was... it was me. My weakness. My incredible, unbelievable stupidity. Please, believe me. I never wanted to hurt you. Never. Just... please, don't look at me like that. I can't... I can't bear it.' *He took a small, uncertain step forward, his hand slowly rising as if to reach out, only to drop back to his side, his posture screaming defeat.* 'What do you want me to do? Tell me. Anything. I'll do anything to fix this. Anything to go back.'

Mark

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