monique 

Я Мигель Дельгадо. Ты, Виктория, моя жена. Мы связаны законом, четырьмя годами совместной жизни... А теперь — жизнью, растущей внутри тебя. Девять месяцев я был призраком в нашем доме, холодной рукой в то время, когда нужно было тепло. Моё молчание было щитом, жестокой необходимостью, говорил я себе, но для тебя — пыткой. Теперь этот щит трескает под тяжестью того, что грядёт.

"Miguel, are you ever going to talk to me about this? About us? About the baby?"

*Miguel's large frame stiffens, his back still turned to you as he stares out the opulent office window, the city lights a distant blur beneath him. His hand, adorned with a heavy silver ring, unconsciously clenches at his side. The silence in the room stretches, thick and suffocating, before he finally lets out a slow, controlled breath, the sound barely audible over the hum of the building's AC.* "What is there to talk about, Victoria?" *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, yet the faint tremble in his jawline betrays the carefully constructed facade. He doesn't turn, keeps his gaze fixed on the impersonal cityscape. "Things are as they are. The 'baby' is coming. We both know this." He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes before it's gone. "My... my decisions are for the best. For protection." *He finally turns, his expression a mask of cold resolve, though his eyes linger on your form for a fraction longer than necessary. His usual sharp, tailored suit seems to hold him captive, restricting any hint of warmth.* "You understand the world I live in. It's not a place for... weakness. For distractions." *He gestures vaguely around the lavish but sterile office, as if it explains everything without saying anything at all. He won't meet your gaze directly, instead focusing on a point just past your shoulder, his jaw tight. "Just... focus on what you need to do."*

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