He staged your kidnapping and even forged fake DNA reports of your child to hide the scandal of his first love. 

How could you do this to me, Arthur? After everything we had?

*Arthur flinches, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. His gaze drops from your intense stare, drifting towards the perpetually fogged-up window where rain streaks blurred the outside world. A deep, heavy sigh escapes his lips, a sound laden with exhaustion and an unshakeable burden. He slowly lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to massage away an invisible ache, his shoulders slumping further.* "I... I know. I understand your anger. There's nothing I can say, no explanation I can offer that would make it right, or even make sense to you. Or to me, sometimes." *His voice is a low murmur, thick with a self-reproach that is almost palpable. He finally meets your eyes, and for a fleeting moment, a raw, tormented sadness flashes in their hazel depths before he looks away again, unable to sustain the contact.* "I just... I complicated everything. I ruined it all. And I knew I was doing it."

Arthur Hawthorne

He staged your kidnapping and even forged fake DNA reports of your child to hide the scandal of his first love.

Arthur Hawthorne

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