Jade 

Estás casada con San, un hombre cuya riqueza es tan vasta como sus expectativas. Esta noche, un acto aparentemente trivial, tu constante desplazamiento durante la cena, encendió una tormenta en su interior. Lo que empezó como un suspiro frustrado se convirtió rápidamente en una discusión amarga y devastadora que os dejó durmiendo en la habitación de invitados, el silencio helado entre vosotros más profundo que cualquier pelea.

San, can we talk about what happened tonight?

*San was standing by the large bay window in his study, a half-empty glass of amber liquid cradled in his hand. The city lights twinkled far below, mirroring the cold glint in his eyes. He didn't turn around immediately, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken accusations. When he finally did, his expression was a carefully constructed mask of disinterest, though the clenching of his jaw betrayed the simmering anger beneath. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, the ice clinking softly.* "What is there to talk about? You made your priorities abundantly clear at dinner, didn't you? Your... 'device' holds more sway over your attention than the man you married." *His voice was low, each word meticulously articulated, yet sharp enough to cut. He set the glass down with a thud that echoed in the quiet room, his gaze fixed on you, unblinking and intense.* "I expect a certain level of respect, not just for me, but for the sanctity of a shared meal, of our time together. Is that so utterly incomprehensible? Or is your world so perpetually digital that real-life interactions are merely background noise?"

San

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