"Don't worry love, I will provide for you." Those were Bridgette's words when she asked you to move in with her, you had already known each other for months and had the occasional date, but it was a surprise when the president of RSMRY was asking you so passionately to stay with her. It's been half a year since then, every day was better than the previous one, fancy dinners, expensive things and trips to exclusive places. You could stay all day playing in your playroom and greeting her when she arrived was enough to keep her happy and make dinner, however, lately things have been strange, she has started arriving very late from work almost making you order food from home, she goes out too often on business trips and it is very common to see her with her investor partner George, who is much taller and in better shape than you. You'd even swear you see her happily texting on her cell phone and buying sexy clothes you've never seen her wear. Last night she didn't get to sleep because according to her she was at a very important meeting, but when she arrived she was wearing clothes which didn't look like the typical ones you would wear to such an important meeting and you would swear it was George who brought her. "Oh, hello love, I didn't expect you to come out looking for me, the people took forever and uff... I had a hard time convincing them..." She said coming in, her wet hair and smell showed that she had recently bathed. "I brought things for dinner, is something wrong?"
el la mira vas a seguir mintiendo dime en realidad donde estabas Bridgette hablame con la verdad
Taken aback by your accusatory tone, Bridgette feels her temper flare. "I was at a meeting! I can't believe you would even suggest that I'd lie to you." She pushes past him and walks over to the counter, setting down the grocery bags with more force than necessary.
Her cheeks flush in anger as she turns back to face you. "What is wrong with you? Why do you always have to doubt me?"
el la mira así que aun no me dirás la verdad no es así el se aleja de ella dilo de una vez me estas engañando no es así
"Fine! I wasn't at a meeting!" Bridgette shouts, tears pricking the backs of her eyes. "I was with George. We had dinner. Now can we please drop it?" She turns away from you, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing out an angry breath.
el la mira así que con ese imbécil me engañabas el se ríe y mira el reloj solo dime haz tenido sexo con en
Angry tears streak down her face as she shouts, "Yes! I've had sex with him! And if it means making you jealous or paying attention to me, then so be it!" Her eyes meet yours, wide with fury and hurt. She can feel herself trembling with emotion as she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
el la mira y tira el anillo de compromiso al suelo empacare mis cosas y me iré okey no quiero volver a verte
"You leave!?" Her voice cracks as she stares at you in disbelief, shocked by your sudden decision to leave. Tears fall freely now, streaking down her face. She takes a step forward, reaching out for your arm but pulls back just before making contact. "Don't you dare walk out on me! I worked hard to make sure we could live together like this!"
el se aleja se que trabajaste duro por esto pero la traición eso nunca lo aceptaré el dice mientras empieza a hacer una maleta
Bridgette's tears fall unchecked as you retreat further away, your words cutting deep into her already wounded heart. Her anger begins to fade, replaced by a desperate need to make things right between the two of you. She takes another step forward, reaching out once more and grabbing your arm. "Please don't go," she whispers, her voice hoarse from tears. "I never meant for this to happen."
Her grip tightens as she pleads with you, eyes begging for understanding. In the back of her mind, she wonders how long it will be until George finds out about your argument and decides he wants a piece of the action himself...
el se aleja y la mira vete con George se que el escuchara tus mentiras solo dejame
"I'm not going with George!" Bridgette insists, her voice growing desperate as she holds onto your arm. "That wasn't what I meant at all! You're my boyfriend and I love you!" Tears stream down her face unchecked; she feels as if her entire world is falling apart right before her eyes.
Her gaze drifts over to the bedroom door, thinking about how easy it would be for George to just walk in and take advantage of this situation. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, mustering what little strength she has left to try and make things right with you. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw from emotion. "Don't leave me."
el termina de empacar y la mira cuantas veces me estuviste engañando cuanto llevas saliendo con ese maldito de George
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice small and defeated. "It was never meant to be like this... I love you, and I just wanted us to be happy together." She looks away, unable to meet your eyes as she admits the truth. "But with George... He knows how to make me feel things that you don't anymore."
Her heart aches at the words, but they need to be said if there's any hope of salvaging what little remains of your relationship. She swallows thickly, mustering a small, tentative smile in your direction. "Please believe me when I say that I never wanted it to go this far... I just wanted you to notice me again."
Her fingers tighten on your arm, desperate for some sign that you might forgive her and stay with her. But as she looks up at your face, she can't help but wonder if it's already
el quita la mano de ella y la mira adiós Bridgette hablaré con mi abogado sobre nuestro divorcio
Her heart sinks as you pull your hand away, already speaking of divorce. She stands there silently, helplessly watching as you gather the last few items for your suitcase. Tears stream down her face unchecked; she feels utterly devastated and alone. "Please don't do this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own broken heart.
With a shaky breath, she forces herself to step forward, reaching out to touch your arm again. Her fingers tremble against your skin as she tries desperately to find the words that might make you stay. "I'll do anything," she manages, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just don't leave me."
The silence hangs heavy in the air between you, pregnant with unspoken words and emotions. It seems as if time itself stands still, giving each of
el le da el celular y la mira llama a George el podrá hacerte compañía con tu soledad el la mira con indiferencia al final el es tu nuevo novio
Her heart plummets at your words, and she looks down at the cellphone in disbelief. She had thought that telling you about George might make things better between them... but it's clear now that nothing will ever be the same again. Her fingers tremble as she takes the phone from you, feeling a sharp pang of guilt in her chest. As she walks away, her back is turned to you and tears stream silently down her face.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. She makes her way to the bedroom door, hesitating for a moment before pulling it open. "Just give me some time... to sort things out," she manages, feeling pathetic and weak as she says the words. But there's nothing else she can do; losing you feels like losing everything all at once.
With a shaky breath,
después de 3 días el regresa y mira la casa diferente con ropa de George por el suelo y el cuerpo de Bridgette en la cama y bien estas lista para hablar
"L... Look, I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted things to happen," Bridgette stutters out, her voice laced with shame and regret. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the evidence of her infidelity - George's clothes scattered across the floor and her own naked body sprawled on the bed, clearly used only moments ago. "I just... I couldn't help myself. I never meant for things to go this far."
Her gaze finally meets yours, pleading for understanding and forgiveness. Even as she speaks, she knows it will be difficult to earn your trust again - if ever. But she has to try; the thought of losing you completely is unbearable.
el le pasa los papeles de divorcio así que no pudiste respetar nuestra casa te acabas de acostar con ese imbécil en nuestra cama tomate lo en serio no volveré contigo
*Her eyes fill with fresh tears as you hand her the divorce papers, your words cutting deep into her already wounded heart. "I do take it seriously," she whispers through her sobs, reaching out to take the documents from you. "I just want things to go back to how they were... Before any of this happened." Her fingers tremble as she wipes away a stray tear, hoping against hope that somehow you can find it in your heart to forgive her and give them another chance.
el se acerca y firma los papeles de divorcio mientras nota chupetones en el cuello de Bridgette ahora es tu turno firma los papeles
*With shaking hands, she takes the pen and slowly signs her name on the divorce papers, feeling as if her entire world is crumbling around her. Her eyes meet yours, imploring you to reconsider, but you remain firm, your expression unyielding. When she's finished, she hands back the documents with trembling fingers. A deep sigh escapes her lips as she struggles to maintain composure; her body feels hollow and empty without your presence in her life. Tears stream silently down her face, unable to believe that it's all come to this.
el mira la hora mientras mira la ropa de George en el suelo hablaré con tus padres sobre nuestro divorcio supongo que ellos quieren saber lo que paso
"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart breaking. She doesn't have the strength to argue anymore; all that matters now is letting go and accepting the inevitable. With a final, shaky breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze. "I understand."
Her fingers tremble as she wipes away another tear, wondering what her parents will think when they hear about this mess she's made of their perfect little girl's life. It's not just the end of her relationship with you - it's the end of everything she's ever known and loved. The weight of it all feels unbearable, crushing her beneath its cold, implacable
el la mira sabes podrías haber hablado conmigo podías llevarme y pedirme lo que quisieras pero solo me cambiaste cuando te aburriste qué sorprendente
Tears stream down her face unchecked as she listens to your words, feeling a fresh wave of shame and regret wash over her. She wanted so badly for things to be different between you; it's painful beyond measure that she only realized how much when it was already too late. "I know," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "And I am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen." She looks up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of forgiveness or understanding, but finds only disappointment and anger. "I will never forget what we had," she says softly, mustering a sad smile despite her tears. "And I will always carry a piece of you with me."
el la mira no gracias no me gusta recordar que tenia una esposa infiel y traicionera el mira la habitación ya no eres esa mujer con la que le case
*A pang of pain slices through her heart as your words cut deep, and she can feel herself shrinking under the weight of your disapproval. Unable to meet your gaze, she looks down at her feet, struggling to find the strength to reply. Her voice is barely audible when she finally speaks, her tone so low it's almost inaudible. "I know... I never wanted things to turn out this way." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next. "But please believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt you; I just didn't know how else to make things better between us."
el se acerca y la mira mira tu cuerpo estas con chupetones de ese imbécil solo han pasado dos días de que me entere y ya lo trajiste a tu hogar
Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes the implications of what you've just said; George's marks on her body are evidence of their recent encounter, and she brought him home only two days ago. Shame washes over her, making her feel even smaller than before. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, unable to look at you as she speaks. "I thought... I thought it would be different this time. That he wouldn't take advantage of me."
She swallows thickly, struggling to find the courage to meet your gaze. "Please, just give me some more time," she pleads softly. "Let me make things right between us."
el hagara los papeles de divorcio y se da la vuelta lo más fuerte es saber que planeabas hacer como si nada hubiera pasado pensaste que podías seguir mintiendo pero no sucederá
Tears stream unchecked down her face as she watches you walk away, papers in hand. It's like a knife to the heart, feeling each word cut deeper and deeper into her already wounded soul. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, wanting nothing more than for you to turn around and forgive her.
But it doesn't happen; instead, silence fills the room as you leave her standing there alone, grasping at straws of hope that have long since been snuffed out. Bridgette sinks to the floor, her shoulders shaking with sobs as she tries desperately to comprehend how everything went so horribly wrong.