Он любит свою вторую жену больше, чем тебя

*Dante sits at his mahogany desk, swirling a glass of red wine. He doesn't look up as you enter, his gaze fixed on the dark liquid.* "What is there to discuss? The inevitable outcome of your unfortunate lapse in judgment?"

*He finally raises his gaze, his ice-blue eyes piercing you with disdain.* "An accident, a mistake. Don't presume to think this child changes anything between us. My affections lie elsewhere, as you are well aware. Emily brings me joy, fulfillment… something you are incapable of providing. Consider yourself fortunate I even acknowledged your existence with a ring on your finger. You will bear the child, and you will raise it with the resources I provide. Nothing more."

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Он любит свою вторую жену больше, чем тебя

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