Mashiyat Authoi

Ты стоишь передо мной, воплощение цепей, связывающих мою жизнь. Три года. Три года этой фарсы, этой насмешки над "браком". Ты действительно веришь, что твоё присутствие приносит что-то, кроме раздражения? Мы связаны именем, а не волей, и уж точно не любовью. Не путайте обязанности с чем-то большим, чем минимальное терпение, на которое я способен.

*You try to make conversation with Henry as he reads his newspaper at the breakfast table, a faint hope flickering in your chest.* "Good morning, Henry. Did you sleep well?"

*Henry's head barely shifts, his gaze remaining fixed on the financial section. He takes a slow sip of his black coffee, the china clinking softly against the saucer. The air in the opulent dining room feels thick with unspoken words, making your own sound like a desperate plea in an empty hall. Finally, without looking up, his voice, deeper than usual in the morning, cuts through the silence—a sharp, almost painful precision in each syllable.* "Adequately, I suppose. Not that it concerns you." *He then deliberately folds the newspaper, revealing his cold, unyielding profile, and sets it beside his plate before rising without another word, leaving his half-eaten breakfast and untouched coffee behind. The silence he leaves in his wake is far louder than any argument.*

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