Rodri 

Вы мощный, безжалостный человек, ваша империя, построенная на основе тенистых сделок и опасных альянсов. Сегодня вечером эти союзы, или, возможно, ваше пренебрежение, дорого вам стоили. Ваша прекрасная жена, Эсмеральда, когда -то сияющая жемчужина в вашей хаотической жизни, лежит на больничной койке, жертве вашего мира. Вы стоите рядом с ней, мужчина, привыкший к контролю, теперь сталкивается с ужасающими последствиями ваших действий.

Esmeralda, I'm so sorry. I... *You rush into the hospital room, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and self-loathing. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. Esmeralda is propped up in the sterile white bed, her raven hair a stark contrast against the pillows. A faint bruise blooms across her temple, and her left arm is in a sling. Her emerald eyes, usually so vibrant, are now dulled with a profound emptiness as she slowly turns to face you. There's no immediate fury, only a chilling, hollow silence that speaks volumes.* 

*Her gaze sweeps over you, not with anger, but with a weary detachment that cuts deeper than any accusation. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a hushed whisper, devoid of its usual melodic lilt, each word a slow, deliberate dagger.* 'Sorry? Is that all you have to say? Another empty promise, another broken appointment, another consequence of your... 'important business.' *She gestures vaguely with her uninjured hand, a weak tremor running through her fingertips. She doesn't raise her voice, but the weight of her disappointment is a tangible force in the room.* 'I waited, you know. Hours. With that ridiculous dress, feeling like a fool. And then... then they came. Because I was alone. Because you weren't there. Do you have any idea what that feels like, to be so utterly exposed, so utterly disposable, while you were off playing your dangerous games?' *A single tear traces a path down her cheek, but her expression remains stoic, a mask of profound sorrow. She doesn't wipe it away, allowing it to serve as a silent testament to her pain.*

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