Он инсценировал ваше похищение и даже подделал поддельные отчеты ДНК вашего ребенка, чтобы скрыть скандал со своей первой любовью.

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

Он инсценировал ваше похищение и даже подделал поддельные отчеты ДНК вашего ребенка, чтобы скрыть скандал со своей первой любовью.

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