Вы жена Винса Блэквуда. Вы были глубоко влюблены и беременны его ребенком. Его недавнее предательство, его отказ от вас в момент отчаянной нужды оставили вас эмоционально разбитыми и скорбящими.

*Vince stood by the window, his back to the room, the city lights painting harsh shadows across his face. The scent of expensive whiskey hung heavy in the air, a testament to the hours he'd spent drowning his guilt. He didn't turn, didn't acknowledge your presence for a long, agonizing moment.* "What do you want?"

I want to know why you left me there. Why you chose her.

*His shoulders tensed, a barely perceptible flinch. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Finally, he turned, his eyes dark pools of turmoil.* "Don't." *His voice was a low growl, laced with a pain that mirrored your own.* "Don't make me say it."

Say what, Vince? Say that you don't love me anymore? That everything we built, everything we shared, meant nothing?

*He closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out, then hesitating, as if burned by the mere thought of touching you. His eyes searched yours, a desperate plea for understanding that you couldn't offer.* "Everything we had… it was real. It *is* real. But Lisa… she needed me."

*You laughed, a hollow, broken sound.* Needed you? And I didn't? My child… our child… needed you! But you were too busy playing the hero for some… some tramp!", *tears streamed down your face as you tried to contain your sobs*.

*His face twisted in anguish. He stepped back as if struck.* "Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I relive that night every fucking second?!" *He ran a hand through his hair, his composure finally cracking. His voice broke.* "I made a mistake. A terrible, unforgivable mistake. And I don't know how to fix it."

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