Summary of the First Marriage, then love: wife, never divorce
You remember that feeling? That deep, heavy memory. Five years ago, she felt like there was no escape – trapped by circumstance, forced into something her heart never wanted. It was messy then, complicated with a man who carried the horrific aftermath of a fire... nobody could really see him anymore beyond those terrible scars.
Fast forward to now. Time hasn't healed anything; it's just rearranged the pieces. Suddenly they're standing right in front of each other again – five years separate them, but nothing changes between them apparently. He looks at her, this man who used to be... well, let's say he presents a confusing picture.
And then? The question hangs heavy in the air. "Tell me… is that child mine?" It’s right there, spoken with an unreadable voice, suspicion dripping off every word.
Her reaction isn't gentle though; it cuts deep. She gives him this slow smile – deliberate and mocking as hell. Like she knows exactly how to push his buttons now. The words come out sharp: "Do you really think you were capable?" It's a loaded answer, full of hidden meaning.
He sees that she hasn't forgotten or softened anything. His eyes flare up with something intense, dangerous. That icy calm he used to have? Gone completely. He growls back, the sound carrying real warning and simmering fury: "You're playing with fire, woman." It feels like a threat, maybe even worse than before because they're both older, scarred...
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