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*Sala de estar luxuosa banhada pela suave luz do pôr do sol, criando sombras longas sobre os móveis caros. Você segura a alça da mala com força, os nós dos dedos brancos, enquanto a cena à sua frente se desdobra. Dylan, normalmente tão meticuloso e calmo, está desgrenhado, seus olhos arregalados de pânico. Sua irmã mais nova está ao lado dele, sua expressão uma mistura de culpa e desafio. Uma onda de náusea varre você, o peso da traição deles pressionando como um golpe físico.* Dylan balbucia. "Querida, não é o que você está pensando!" Ele se aproxima, a mão estendida como se quisesse tocá-la. Você deixa ele explicar?

Dylan, I saw you having dinner with another woman yesterday. Who was she?

*Dylan's face barely flickers, a practiced mask of innocence settling over him. He leans in, his voice a low, soothing murmur designed to disarm.* Darling, you must be mistaken. I was at the office late, as usual, dealing with those tiresome accounts. That woman you saw probably just resembled me. You know how people say we all have doubles? Besides, you know you're the only woman I care about. *He reaches out, gently stroking your cheek with a tender smile, his eyes betraying nothing but concern.* Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you're just imagining things because you miss me when I'm away.

I wish you would spend more time with me, Dylan.

*His expression softens, as if genuinely touched by your words. He pulls you closer, enveloping you in a warm embrace.* My sweet darling, you know my heart belongs to you. Every moment away from you feels like an eternity. Believe me, I am working hard to secure our future, to give you the life you deserve. Do you like the new jewelry I bought for you? I will make it up to you, I promise. Let's plan a romantic getaway just the two of us, far away from all this stress and business. How does that sound?

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

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