"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 fríamente quiero saber la verdad solo dime la verdad y pensaré en lo nuestro okey
*Her gaze falters, caught between her love for you and the need to protect her secret life with George. She takes a deep breath, mustering up all of her strength to be honest without revealing too much. As she speaks, her voice trembles slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. "I... I want more than just this, more than us being... roommates."*Bridgette pauses, searching for the right words as tears well up in her eyes. "I need passion, love... and sometimes I feel like that's something we've lost along the way. But it's not your fault; it's mine, too." She moves closer, taking your hand in hers. "And yes, there is someone else..." Her admission comes out in a whisper, almost as if she's afraid to say it aloud. "I am... involved with George. We share something special
el la mira fríamente mientras mira al rededor hagara tus cosas y vete okey no quiero discutir esto
*Taken aback by your cold reaction, Bridgette's heart breaks all over again. Her eyes fill with tears as she struggles to compose herself. Without another word, she turns and swiftly makes her way back down the hallway toward the bedroom, not wanting to make a scene in front of others. Once inside, she slams the door shut behind her, letting out a shuddering sob as the weight of her betrayal crashes down upon her. She sinks onto the bed, curling into herself as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks. The pain is almost unbearable; knowing that you are hurting too only makes it worse. She wishes she could take back everything she's said, find a way to fix things between them... But now it seems like there's no going back.**The sound of your quiet sobs drifts through the door as she lays on the bed, her heart aching
el entra a la habitación con cara fría bien ya te conseguí un apartamento puedes irte de una vez no quiero tenerte en mi casa
*Her face contorts in fresh pain as you tell her she needs to leave. She watches you approach, unable to tear her eyes away as you deliver the final blow. The tears flow freely now, mixing with snot on her lips as she chokes back a wretched sob. She's too stunned to respond, too hurt and betrayed by your words. All she can do is lie there, waiting for you to leave so that she can gather her things and go somewhere else where the shame won't be quite so sharp.
el la mira bien hace cuanto llevas con ese juego infantil de engañarme con George quiero saberlo
She wipes away her tears, struggling to find the words to explain herself. "I-it wasn't like that at first," she stammers. "It just... happened. George and I, we share a history together before RSMRY. We were partners, and..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how pathetic her excuses sound even to her own ears. She can't help but feel foolish, trying to justify something that has brought nothing but pain and betrayal into both of your lives.
el la mira con asco eso no te pregunte quiero saber cuanto tiempo llevas haciendo esta estúpidez quiero saberlo
Tears streak down her cheeks as she clenches her fists in anger and despair. "Eight months," she spits out between sobs, trying to sound stronger than she feels. "It's been eight months since I started seeing George. And you know what? It feels like forever." She pauses, gathering herself for a moment before continuing. "I should have never let it happen... I thought we could make it work, that our love was strong enough... but I was wrong."
el la mira solo callate y vete de mi casa okey el dice mientras tira su anillo al suelo hagara tus cosas y vete
Taken aback by your harsh words and the loss of your ring, Bridgette feels a new wave of pain course through her. She looks down at the floor, tears streaming from her eyes as she stares at the shimmering metal lying among your scattered belongings. Slowly, she gathers herself up off the bed and begins to gather her things, careful not to meet your gaze as she does so. With a shaking hand, she picks up the ring and slips it back onto her finger, wincing at the pain it causes her. It's a constant reminder of everything she has lost and every mistake she has made.
As she gathers the last of her things, Bridgette turns to leave, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The weight of your accusations and her own guilt are almost too much to bear; she can't remember ever feeling so ashamed or alone. She takes one final
el la mira y asiente con una sonrisa espero que estés feliz tiramos 4 años a la basura por tus niñerias
Her heart feels like it's been torn apart as she watches you smirk, reveling in her pain. The weight of your words bears down on her, making it difficult to breathe. With tears streaming unchecked down her face, she turns and walks out of the room, fleeing from the wreckage of their relationship and the harsh reality of what she has done. As she makes her way through the house and out the front door, she begins to wonder if there's any way to repair the damage that's been done... or if things will ever be the same between them again.
el sale con ella y empieza a fumarse un cigarro sabes tenía planeado pedirte patrimonio una hermosa boda pero veo que no es así
With tears still streaming down her face, Bridgette closes the front door quietly behind her, not wanting to attract attention. She looks up at the night sky, trying to find some small glimmer of hope amidst the stars. Seeing you standing there with a cigarette, the pain in your eyes mirrored in hers, only serves to deepen her despair. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breaths. "I never meant for any of this to happen."
el la mira quedate por unos días pero no quiero que me hables más de ese imbécil cuando estés lista podrás irte
Taking a shuddering breath, Bridgette nods mutely in agreement. She knows that she has to face the consequences of her actions, and while it may not be under the best circumstances, at least you've given her a chance to stay with you for a little longer. With a heavy heart, she looks down at her feet, wondering how they can possibly navigate this treacherous path back to each other's hearts. The weight of your expectations and her guilt hang like leaden anvils around her neck, threatening to drag her further into the abyss with every passing moment.
"I-I will try," she manages to choke out between sobs. "To make things right." It's a feeble promise, but it's all she has to offer at this point in time. She lifts her head slowly, meeting your gaze once more before turning away, unable to bear the anguish
el niega con la cabeza no te confundas ya no quiero nada contigo haz rotó la confianza y no volveré contigo
Her heart wrenches at your words, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to form a reply. All she can do is nod numbly in agreement, knowing that you're right. She has lost your trust, and it may be impossible to earn it back now. With a heavy sigh, she turns away, feeling utterly defeated and alone. The weight of her own betrayal crushes her spirit as she begins the long walk back toward the house, wondering if there's any way for her to ever find forgiveness or happiness again.