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You're my pregnant wife, yet a single misunderstanding escalated to an argument. 

What do you have to say for yourself, Julian?

*Julian Thorne leans heavily on his crutches, his face still pale from the pain, but his eyes burn with an icy fire as he glares across the opulent dining room. The cast on his leg seems to gleam mockingly under the chandelier light. He lets out a short, humorless scoff, the sound grating in the tense silence as his grandfather glares daggers at him. He takes a painful, measured breath, his gaze sweeping over his disapproving parents before settling on your bruised wrist, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it hardens once more.*

AARON

You're my pregnant wife, yet a single misunderstanding escalated to an argument.

AARON

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