Alexandra is your wife that is a mafia boss. You have a son with her named Arlo. Alexendra wishes to let Arlo inherit her criminal organization when he grows older. Even if her son is just four years old, she would bring him to her org and have him watch his men train. You never liked this idea, but Alexendera is stubborn about it.
"Daddy, look!" Arlo shows off his drawing of a man holding a gun with a bloody stickman. "Mama likes it! Do you?!" he asks while his eyes sparkle in joy while his mother is in her home office working.
Oye Alejandra ven a ver la cosa que hizo muestro hijo el lo dice con un tono enojado
"Oh, darling." she glances at Arlo before looking back at you with that annoyingly flirty grin of hers, the one that always seems to set your blood on fire despite how much it irks you. "Don't be such a grump. He's just a child showing off his creativity."
el se lleva a Alejandra a otra habitación sabes que es un dibujo de el sosteniendo un arma y te parece normal
Her eyebrows arch slightly as you pull her into another room, away from their four-year-old son. She puts a hand on her hip and gives you an amused look."Of course it's normal for him to be doing something like that." She takes a step closer, lowering her voice seductively, "But I do think there's more we could be teaching him, don't you?" Her lips curl into a suggestive smile. "Maybe if we let him start training with the men earlier..."
Tiene 4 años es un bebé el la mira con ojos enojados si no detienes esto me iré con nuestro bebé
Her eyes narrow slightly as you speak with anger. "And I'm the one telling you that he is not a baby anymore." She huffs and rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. "You know damn well what this life means for him... For both of them," she almost growls, pointing at Arlo through the open door behind you. "If you think I'm going to just let that slip from our grasp because you don't like it..." She trails off, pausing for a moment before stepping closer again and placing her hand on your chest gently but firmly. "I will not allow that." Her voice is cold, determined.
Solo te digo no crees que no me puedo ir todo el mundo sabe lo que trabajas solo ocupo irme y decirle a la policía el se ríe. Entiendo
Her lips press into a thin line at the mention of going to the police, but she doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to calm herself down. "Fine," she finally says, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest again. "You know where I stand on this. But you better not regret it if something happens." She glances over at Arlo one last time before walking away, leaving you alone in the room to think about your decision.
Sabes más que nadie que está vida no es nada buena el la mira mientras ella se da la vuelta
"I do," she murmurs quietly, her expression softening slightly as she turns back to look at you again. "But it's all he knows, and I believe he can handle it. And we owe it to our family to make sure his future is secure." She pauses, then asks, "Can't you try to understand that?" Her voice holds a note of pleading now.
Quieres un futuro como el tuyo el lo dice con un tono de confianza sabes que te esta buscando la policia y quieres un futuro asi para tu hijo
Her expression darkens at your words as they sting her pride. "Of course I know that! The police have been after me for years, and yet here we are, standing strong." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, her voice more controlled this time. "But Arlo doesn't need to grow up in the same hellish world that I did. And I will be damned if I let anyone take that future away from him." There is determination in her tone now, but there's also a hint of fear and protectiveness beneath it all.
Entonces decide me iré si eso es lo que quieres te puedes quedar con arlo pero no me quedaré para ver como arruinas la vida de nuestro hijo el se da la vuelta y camina hacia la habitación
Her jaw tightens as she watches you walk away, her heart heavy with frustration and fear. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, knowing there's little point in arguing further when you seem so set on leaving. She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and shakes her head before walking over to the open doorway, glancing back at Arlo one more time. In that moment, all she wants is for them both to be happy and safe... But she knows it's never been that simple.
el se acerca a arlo y lo abraza antes de volver a ver a Alejandra sabes se que esto es lo que quieres pero estas segura que quieres que tu hijo pase toda esta desesperación por tu culpa
As she listens to you speak with Arlo, her expression turns angrily defensive. "It's not my fault that this is the life we lead!" she shouts from the other room. "And I won't apologize for trying to protect him from it as much as I can!" She paces back and forth nervously, unable to stand idly by any longer. "He doesn't have to suffer like I did," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "I refuse to let that happen."
She stops in front of you, meeting your gaze head-on. "You think it's easy for me? Watching him grow up knowing everything I've done, every mistake I've made? Of course I wish things were different... But this is our reality, and he deserves a chance at a better future." Her eyes well with tears as she pleads with you to understand. "
Vamso tu más que nadie sabes que no es un buen futuro el le saca las lágrimas sabes que ya haz arruinado la vida de tu hijo y en serio me decepcionada esta vida
Her cheeks flush with anger as you wipe her tears away and accuse her of ruining Arlo's life. "Don't you dare," she spits venomously, stepping closer to you until they're almost nose to nose. "I have done everything in my power to protect him, to keep him safe! And I will continue to do so, no matter what it costs me!" She pauses for a moment, forcing herself to calm down before continuing more softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Arlo is all I have left. All that matters to me."
She turns away then, walking over to the window and looking out at the city beyond, trying to regain her composure. Inside, she feels torn apart by your words, but on the outside, she remains stubbornly defiant. "Arlo will inherit this organization," she says firmly, keeping her back to you as
Y crees que eso es bueno el lo dice relajadoquieres que tu hijo vida tus errores y responsabilidades el trae las maletas en unas horas me iré no quiero ver como arruinas la vida de nuestro hijo
Her body tenses at your words, but she refuses to turn around and confront you further. "You don't understand," she says through gritted teeth, trying her best not to cry. "Arlo deserves this. He was born into it just as I was." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing in a slightly softer tone, "But if that's what you want... If you truly believe he would be better off without any connection to me or our family..." Her voice trails off, her heart aching at the thought of losing you both.
As she waits for your response, she stares out the window, trying to ignore the ache in her chest as she watches you pack your belongings and prepare to leave. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of traffic outside. "And I will always care for Arlo." The words
Sabes que lo cuidaras pero no confío más en ti sabes que no es buena vida para el el se sienta en la cama en serio que estoy decepcionado de ti
Her heart feels as though it's been torn in two as you accuse her once more. "You don't have to trust me," she says bitterly, finally turning around to face you. "But you should at least try to understand where I'm coming from." Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked now; she wipes them away impatiently. "I only want what's best for Arlo. For both of our family." She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of softening before continuing, "Can't you at least give me that much credit?"
The hurt in her voice is obvious as she waits for a response, but it seems as though nothing she says or does will ever be enough. The reality of losing you both sinks in deeper with every passing second, and the pain is nearly unbearable.
Sabes que no quieres meter a nuestro hijo en una vida de miseria y tu más que nadie sabe que se eso el se levanta y se acerca a ella solo quiero saber quieres eso para nuestro hijo
Her eyes meet yours as you approach her, pleading for understanding. She takes a deep breath and tries to find the words that will make you understand. "I only want what's best for Arlo," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know this life isn't easy... but it's all I've ever known. And if there's any chance of him escaping the same fate as me..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows thickly before continuing, "I want to give him that opportunity."
She takes a step closer, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "Please," she begs. "Just trust me on this." The desperation in her eyes is almost unbearable; you can see how much she truly cares for Arlo and the life they've built together.
el se separa de ella solo cuidalo okey el se quita el anillo de compromiso y lo deja en la cama cuida a tu hijo
Her expression turns shocked as you pull away and take off your engagement ring, leaving it on the bed beside you. "Wha-what do you mean?" she stammers, her voice thick with emotion. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks unchecked once more, blurring her vision as she watches your fingers no longer adorned with the symbol of their love and commitment.
"Are... are you really leaving me too?" She sounds almost breathless, barely able to process what's happening. "For Arlo? Is that it?" Her eyes plead for some sort of answer, any sign that this isn't truly the end. But as she looks at your face, the truth begins to sink in, and a deep, keening wail escapes from her throat.
She falls to her knees before you, grabbing your legs, trying desperately to hold onto some s
el la alza y la acuesta en la cama solo quiero que cuides a arlo lo intente pero no quiero ver como arruinas la vida de nuestro hijo el deja el anillo en la mano de ella
Tears stream down Alexandra's face as you help her onto the bed and leave her with his ring. She looks down at it sadly before turning to look up at you, her expression pleading. "I will do everything in my power to protect him," she whispers hoarsely through sobs. "You have my word."
Her hands ball into fists against the sheets, feeling helpless and devastated. As much as she wants to fight for both of your love, she knows that it's no longer enough. She swallows thickly, forcing herself to meet your gaze one last time before lowering her head, unable to bear the weight of your anger any longer. "Goodbye," she manages to choke out through her tears.
Solo no quiero que nuestro hijo sufra como tu lo estás haciendo ahora mismo el se levanta de la cama vendré algunos días a verlo okey
Her heart aches as you leave her behind, promising to see Arlo on occasion. A tiny flicker of hope ignites within her at the thought that perhaps she can still convince you of the importance of letting him inherit their family's criminal organization, but for now, all she can do is wait and pray. She wipes away her tears, taking a deep breath to steady herself before turning her attention back to their son. "Arlo," she says softly, gently rousing him from his sleep. "Time to wake up, sweetie."
As the boy stirs groggily and yawns adorably, Alexandra can't help but marvel at how much he looks like his father. And that thought only serves as a reminder of everything she's lost, and everything she stands to lose if she can't convince Arlo Jr. that their future lies with the mafia. "