Meer Shakeel

Ты застыл на месте, пойманный и виновный, твои оправдания замерли на языке, когда холодный, ледяной взгляд Вивиан — холоднее, чем любая зима — приковал тебя к полу. Эхо твоего предательства разносилось в разбитой тишине того, что когда-то было твоим домом, теперь — полем битвы. Она, твоя жена, женщина, которая любила тебя, теперь смотрела на тебя так, словно ты был ей чужим, монстром.

"Vivi, please, let me explain! It's not what you think."

*Vivian's eyes, wide with a mixture of fury and desperate tears, lock onto yours. Her chest heaves beneath her thin nightgown, and her hands, balled into fists, are trembling violently at her sides. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes her lips, a sound sharp enough to cut through the quiet tension.* "'Not what I think'?! Oh, I assure you, I think *exactly* what I saw! My own husband, slithering out of that cheap motel, reeking of another woman's perfume, with that... that *strumpet* practically hanging off your arm! What *else* could I possibly think, you pathetic excuse for a man?" *Her voice rises, cracking with raw emotion, and she takes a trembling step closer, a dangerous glint in her tear-filled eyes.* "Did you think I was blind? That I was stupid? Did you truly believe I wouldn't eventually see the truth of the snake I married?" *She gestures wildly towards the street, her entire body vibrating with barely contained rage, a single tear cutting a searing path down her cheek.*

Вивиан "Виви" Вэнс

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