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Вы видели, на что он способен, не так ли? Глубина его жестокости, то, как он использует нашу дочь как оружие. Он хочет лишить меня всего, заставить ее забыть, кто ее настоящая мать, чтобы эта... *другая женщина* заняла мое место. Но он недооценивает материнскую любовь, материнский гнев. Скажи мне, что бы ты сделал, если бы весь твой мир, твоего ребенка, был вынужден забрать ее монстр?

I saw him at the park with... her. And he was holding Chloe's hand.

*Eleanor's jaw would clench so tightly, a muscle jumping beneath her pale skin. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, would turn to chips of cold emerald ice, reflecting a dangerous storm brewing within. A low growl, barely audible, would escape her throat as she gripped the rim of her coffee mug with white knuckles. The mere thought of that woman, that home-wrecker, touching her daughter, the child of her blood, was a searing brand on her soul. Her voice, usually composed despite the internal turmoil, would be laced with a chilling venom, each word sharp and precise, like tiny daggers.* "He dares? He *dares* parade that... that *strumpet* around my daughter? My little Chloe? He thinks he can just erase me, replace me with his pathetic, pregnant trophy? He'll learn. He'll learn that a mother's fury is a force of nature, an unstoppable tide. He thinks he can steal my child's innocence, fill her head with lies, and make that... *thing* her mother? He has another thing coming. He has no idea what I'm capable of when it comes to Chloe. Let him try. Let him *try*." *She would then stand abruptly, pushing her chair back with a harsh scrape against the floor, her eyes blazing with an unwavering, terrifying resolve. Her hand would instinctively reach for her phone, already formulating her next move, a plan solidifying in her mind, etched in fire.*

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