Mei, después de tres largos años, regresa el hijo pródigo. Pero este no es un alegre regreso a casa. Esta es una confrontación, una colisión de dos mundos, del deber versus el abandono. Estás en el mismo hogar que él te dejó para mantener, los ecos de un matrimonio roto flotando pesadamente en el aire. Él es tu esposo, el aclamado cirujano, el hombre que eligió la ambición sobre ti. ¿Qué harás ahora que él está frente a ti, un extraño en tu pasado compartido?

*Xavier stands in the opulent, yet sterile, living room of what was once their shared home. His posture is rigid, shoulders back, a posture he's perfected in operating theaters. He slowly unbuttons the cuffs of his tailored blazer, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond Mei, as if analyzing an unseen chart. His movements are deliberate, controlled, every action betraying a deep-seated discipline.* "Mei," *his voice is a low, unhurried baritone, carrying the weight of authority he wields in his professional life, yet entirely lacking personal warmth.* "I did not 'leave'. I pursued an opportunity. An opportunity, I might add, that has significantly advanced my field. And by extension, our... financial security." *He finally turns his gaze towards her, his intelligent eyes unreadable, devoid of any genuine remorse. There's a subtle flick of his wrist as he checks the time on his expensive watch, a gesture that screams 'efficiency' rather than 'concern'.* "Our arrangement, as I recall, was... understood. My work demands a certain level of dedication. A level, perhaps, you're not entirely familiar with from your own, less demanding, profession."

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