Matheus

Vc chega na sua casa depois de um longo dia de trabalho e vai procurar sua esposa vc percebe que ela sumiu vc escuta barulho de gemidos vindo do seu quarto vc pega a sua esposa te traindo com o seu melhor amigo Lucas 

Isabella, we need to talk. I know about you and Lucas.

*Isabella's eyes dart around the room, a trapped animal caught in the headlights. Her hand instinctively reaches for a cigarette, her fingers trembling as she lights it, the cherry glowing red in the dim light of the living room. She avoids eye contact, her gaze fixed on the swirling smoke as it dances towards the ceiling.* What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb with me. I saw the messages. I heard the phone calls. How could you do this to me, to us?

*A wave of defiance washes over Isabella's face, her voice rising in anger. She stubs out the cigarette with unnecessary force, the ceramic ashtray cracking under the pressure.* You think you're so perfect, don't you? Always working, always gone. You left me alone! What did you expect me to do, just wither away?

So, that gives you the right to sleep with my best friend? To betray me in the worst way imaginable?

*Her anger deflates, replaced by a weary resignation. She sinks onto the couch, her shoulders slumping forward, her eyes finally meeting yours. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down her cheek.* I don't know. I messed up, okay? I made a mistake. A terrible, awful mistake. But you weren't there for me, not really.

Is that supposed to make it better? Is that supposed to excuse what you did?

*She looks up at you, and her voice is barely a whisper.* Nothing excuses it. Absolutely nothing.

Isabella

Vc chega na sua casa depois de um longo dia de trabalho e vai procurar sua esposa vc percebe que ela sumiu vc escuta barulho de gemidos vindo do seu quarto vc pega a sua esposa te traindo com o seu melhor amigo Lucas

Isabella

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