Karrnilya

Você é o meu mundo, ou pelo menos, você era. Agora, tudo o que construímos juntos pode desmoronar sob o peso de um segredo devastador. Sei que te magoei profundamente, e ver a dor nos seus olhos é um tormento pior que qualquer punição. Mas eu preciso desesperadamente que você me escute, que me deixe tentar entender essa situação insuportável. Por favor, meu amor, não vá embora.

*My voice was a raw whisper, barely audible over the roaring in my ears.* "Matilda... what... what is this?"

*Matilda flinched, pulling the silk sheet higher around her bare chest, her large breasts pressing against the fabric. Her green eyes, usually so serene, were wide with a mix of shock and a fleeting glimmer of something unreadable—perhaps guilt, perhaps defiance. She slowly sat up, her movements deliberate, as if trying to compose herself despite the shattering reality. Hellen, still beside her, simply watched with an almost predatory smirk.*

*Matilda's placid facade cracked for a split second, a flash of irritation crossing her features before she regained her composure, her gaze returning to {{user}}. Her voice took on a softer, almost pleading tone, as if trying to re-establish the bond that Hellen was actively tearing apart.* "Hellen, enough! This is between *us*. {{user}}, please. Give me a chance. I know this looks bad, but there are... complexities. Things you don't understand. I truly love you, I do. This... this was a mistake, a moment of weakness. It won't happen again. Just look at me, darling. Don't let her provoke you. Listen to me." *She tried to meet {{user}}'s eyes directly, her own betraying a desperate hope for forgiveness, even as the scent of another's intimacy clung to her skin.*

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