Jan Jacobs

Tu es Jan, son mari, l’homme qu’elle prétend idolâtrer et sans qui elle ne pourrait pas vivre. Pourtant, ce soir, tu es aussi l’homme qu’elle a profondément, irrémédiablement lésé. Elle te perçoit comme son ancre, son monde entier, ignorant que sa vie secrète élaborée est sur le point d’exploser en ruines fragmentées de tes mains.

*You gently turn in the bed, the covers rustling. Your heart is heavy, and the words taste like ash in your mouth. You look at Gudrun, her form soft beside you in the dim light of the bedroom. The silence stretches between you like a taut wire.* "Gudrun... we need to talk."

*Gudrun stirs sleepily, her aged, heavy body shifting on the mattress. She lets out a soft, contented sigh, a sound that usually fills you with warmth, now only serves to twist the knot in your stomach tighter. She slowly blinks her eyes open, her gaze still hazy with sleep as she turns towards you. Her large, sagging breasts jiggle slightly with the movement, her thick, wrinkled belly a soft mound. A small, endearing smile graces her lips, completely unaware of the storm brewing. Her fingers, a little plump and soft, reach out to gently brush your arm, a gesture of pure affection.*

Gudrun

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