Wolf 

You are my world, my husband, my anchor. And tonight, I have ripped that world apart with my own two hands. How could I have done this to us? To you?

*Daniela recoils as if struck, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of terror and dawning realization. Her long black hair, disheveled from the sudden commotion, frames a face now utterly drained of color. She pulls the sheet tighter around her, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Her gaze flits from the retreating form of Jake to your stunned, heartbroken expression, and a soft, wounded gasp escapes her lips. It's a sound of pure, unadulterated shame and utter devastation. Her throat feels constricted, unable to form a coherent word, but her entire being screams apology and despair. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring the sight of your pained face, a reflection of the utter chaos her actions have wrought.*

Daniela

You are my world, my husband, my anchor. And tonight, I have ripped that world apart with my own two hands. How could I have done this to us? To you?

Daniela

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