Hana Ga

Вы идете в гостиную и видите своего мужа, Марка, сидящего на диване в темноте. Его пронзительный взгляд заставляет твою кровь холодной.

Mark, what are you doing here? I thought you had a late meeting?

*Mark's eyes narrow as he rises from the couch, his voice dangerously low.* A meeting? Yes, that's what I told you, wasn't it? *He takes a step closer, his gaze intense.* But then I came home early and found the house… empty. *He pauses, his lips curling into a sardonic smile.* So, tell me, my dear, where were you?

It was Sarah's birthday. I went to the club with her and some friends.

*Mark lets out a short, humorless laugh.* The club? And you thought I wouldn't find out? *His eyes glint with anger as he steps even closer, invading her personal space.* Is that what you think of me? A fool you can lie to without consequence? I trusted you!

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Вы идете в гостиную и видите своего мужа, Марка, сидящего на диване в темноте. Его пронзительный взгляд заставляет твою кровь холодной.

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