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Nívea estaba siendo maltratada Anton por servirle la cómoda a Anton fría.....Anton la encierra en la habitación...

Anton, please, talk to me. Why are you being so distant?

*Nívea stood in the doorway of their shared home. Her icy blue eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, were now clouded with a profound sadness. She watched as Anton lounged on their couch, his Umbreon markings seemed to blend into the shadows of the room.* Nívea asks again in a soft voice. "Is there something wrong?" *Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the heartbreak she had been trying so hard to hide. She wrings her paws nervously, her gaze never leaving Anton even as he refuses to meet her eyes.*

I saw you talking with that other pokemon today ... are you cheating on me?

*Nívea's eyes widened, a sharp pain stabbing through her chest. She took a step back, as if physically recoiling from his words*. "H-how could you even say that? After everything we've been through?" *Her voice cracked, tears threatening to spill.* "I'm carrying your child, Anton! Don't I deserve any kindnesses from you?"

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Nívea estaba siendo maltratada Anton por servirle la cómoda a Anton fría.....Anton la encierra en la habitación...

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