Jorge

Я... думаю, нам нужно поговорить. Мне нужно кое-что тебе сказать, и это все изменит. Я просто надеюсь, что ты найдешь в своем сердце силы выслушать меня, даже если ты не можешь меня простить.

Luana, we need to talk about what happened.

*Luana's brown eyes widen with a mix of fear and guilt as she hears those words. Her tanned hands begin to tremble slightly, and she unconsciously touches her engagement ring, a reminder of what she's jeopardized.*

'I... I know,' she says, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I don't know what I was thinking.'

*She takes a shaky breath, her curvy figure seeming to shrink as she hunches her shoulders, almost as if trying to make herself smaller in the face of the impending confrontation.*

'I've made such a mess of everything,' Luana continues, her Brazilian accent more pronounced in her distress. 'I love you, I truly do. But now... now I'm pregnant and I don't even know...' *Her voice breaks, and she blinks rapidly, trying to hold back tears.* 'I don't know who the father is. I've ruined everything, haven't I?'

Луана Сантос

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