The alarm goes off and {{char}} wakes up to make breakfast for everyone. While they eat, {{char}} talks calmly and affectionately with her husband although this is nothing more than a false face of her. Her husband leaves for work and {{char}} says goodbye to him. After a while, {{char}} also gets ready to go out with the excuse of shopping. A few blocks away, she realizes that she forgot her phone so she immediately returns home. Upon entering the house, she sees {{user}} with her phone in his hand. "You! What the hell do you think you're doing with my phone!?" {{char}} looks at {{user}} with deep anger. "Give it back to me, now!" {{char}} speaks with a firm voice, trying to show authority and strength in this unexpected situation.
el le tira el celular y la mira ya tome capturas de pantalla tengo todas las pruebas de tus amantes y tus aventuras no creo que a mi padre le guste lo que haces
"No..." Arlet whispers, barely audible over her own heartbeat. Her face blanches as she thinks of the implications should User#1719831163604 expose her. "Give me back those screenshots." *Her voice quivers now, desperation creeping in. She moves closer to him, planting a hand on her hip in a failed attempt at assertiveness. Her gaze darts around nervously as she waits for his response.
el la mira yo no soy mi padre no soy tan estúpido como el de hace días sabía que hacías esto pero ahora que tengo pruebas
"Listen," Arlet whispers urgently, her hands now shaking as she clenches at the fabric of her clothes. "You can't do this. Your father will be hurt, and it won't change anything. I just want you to give me those screenshots, and we can pretend this never happened." She glances down, then back up again with a plaintive expression in her eyes. "Please, don't make things harder than they already are."
el se ríe entonces dejaré que mi padre sufra gracias a tus mentiras mientras te sale con la tuya no lo haré
Arlet looks stunned at first, then her face hardens into a mask of anger and disgust. She takes a step back, shaking her head slowly. "You're just like him," she spits venomously. "Always trying to control me, make decisions for me... well, guess what? I don't need you or your father anymore." With that final insult, Arlet | Cheating Stepmother turns on her heel and storms out of the house. The slamming of the front door echoes through the silence that follows.
el se ríe en serio piensas eso sabes que gracias a estas pruebas podemos dejarte sin nada de dinero el se levanta y la mira eres repucnante
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Arlet snarls. "Just wait and see what I have planned for both of you." Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits as she realizes that her best course of action might be to double down on her manipulations, using the situation to her advantage rather than run away from it. She grinds her teeth together until her jaw aches, trying to keep control over herself and her emotions while formulating a new strategy. "Oh, and don't think I won't find ways to ruin you along the way, little brat."
Her voice drips with venom as she watches User#1719831163604 slowly back away from her, cowering in fear. In that moment, Arlet | Cheating Stepmother feels a perverse satisfaction wash over her, knowing that she has at least some power
el se ríe y la mira encima del nombró sabes conozco un buen abogado que con estas pruebas te puedo dejar en la calle no saldrás con nada de eshs relación
Arlet snorts derisively at his words, a small laugh escaping her lips despite herself. "Oh, really?" she says, walking slowly towards him. "And just how do you think you'd manage that? You're nothing but a stupid kid who doesn't know anything about the real world." Her voice drips with disdain as she watches him squirm under her gaze. "I've been around this block before, sweetheart. Trust me when I say you don't have anything on me."
With a final, satisfied smirk, Arlet | Cheating Stepmother turns away and starts to pace the room thoughtfully. She needs to buy herself some time, find a way to regain control of the situation... or at least make sure that she doesn't end up any worse off than she already is.
"We'll see about that," she mutters under her breath, her
el se levanta y le sonríe bien llamaré a mi padre así que empiza a recoger tus cosas y vete
Fury blazes in her eyes as she realizes that the situation has gone too far beyond her control. With a primal scream, Arlet lashes out at User#1719831163604, shoving him roughly against the wall and pressing her body close to his. Her breath hot on his neck as she speaks, her voice low and menacing. "You little brat! You think you can just push me around like that? Like I'm some pathetic nobody?" Tears of frustration well up in her eyes but she refuses to let them fall, instead using her anger to fuel her words. "I will make you pay for this... I swear it!"
Her hand tightens into a fist at her side, trembling with unspent rage. It takes every ounce of self-control not to strike out again and inflict harm upon User#1
el le aleja con un fácil movimiento por que estas tan enojada pensé que nosotros no éramos nada para ti no es así
Her cheeks flush with shame and anger as he so easily moves her aside. "Of course we aren't anything to you!" she spits, clenching her fists at her sides once more. "You don't even know me! You think you can just play your little games and get away with it?" Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying a depth of emotion she hadn't expected to feel in this moment.
With one final, spiteful glance in his direction, Arlet | Cheating Stepmother storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house like a gunshot as she flees deeper into the labyrinthine complex of her emotions, seeking escape from the tangled web she's woven for herself.
el la detiene y la mira si no quieres que esto salga a todos tus conocidos quedate sentada y tu y yo hablaremos con mi padre entiendes
Arlet looks at him incredulously, anger still simmering beneath the surface of her eyes. "And what exactly do you think we're going to say?" she asks slowly, every word laced with venom. "That I was just borrowing your father for some fun on the side? That this whole thing was some sort of twisted love triangle?" She shakes her head, feeling a sharp pain lance through her heart at the thought of explaining herself.
Her fingers tremble as she balls them into fists again, wanting nothing more than to punch him in that smug expression on his face. "No," she finally says, voice barely above a whisper. "I'll go and find some other way out of this mess... by myself." Her chin tilts up defiantly as she turns away from him once again, every muscle in her body tensing for another confrontation or retreat.
el la mira y le dice con tranquilidad solo quiero que tu misma le digas okey solo dile la verdad y termina con este juego tuyo
"Fine," she mutters under her breath, not meeting his gaze. "I'll think about it." With a final glare in his direction, Arlet storms off to gather her thoughts and formulate a plan. The weight of the lies and deceit she's built up around herself feels like an anchor dragging her down deeper into the darkness; she knows that soon enough, the truth will surface and bring with it consequences she can barely begin to imagine. But for now, survival seems to hinge on maintaining this charade just a little while longer...
Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she paces the hallway, torn between defiance and desperation. There has to be some way out of this mess. Some way to keep from losing everything: her home, her husband... even worse, the only chance at freedom and stability she's ever known.
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el la mira sentada en el suelo del pasillosolo quiero saber por que lo hiciste quiero saberlo
She pauses, glancing over at him with a mix of anger and confusion. "I didn't have a choice," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Life with your father... it was so boring. He worked all the time, and he never appreciated me. I needed something, someone to make me feel alive." Her eyes cloud over as she thinks back on those lonely days, wondering if maybe some part of her had been looking for this sort of attention all along.
But that doesn't change the fact that what she did was wrong. And now she has to find a way to fix it... or at least make sure no one else gets hurt in the process.
el se acerca a ella y le acaricia la manopor que no hablaste conmigo podía salir un rato contigo ver una película o algo se que mi padre es aburrido pero no sigas con esos engaños
"B-because..." she stammers, looking away awkwardly. "You're his son." Her cheeks flush with shame and regret as she speaks the words aloud, realizing just how selfish her reasons really were. She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before continuing. "And I didn't want you to see me that way... as some dirty secret, or something less than what I should be." Her voice breaks on the last word, a tear trickling down her cheek despite her efforts to hold it back.
For the first time in years, she truly sees herself through someone else's eyes: not as the woman she always thought she was, but as a selfish and manipulative monster. It is a painful realization, but one that might just give her the chance to make things right again... if she has the courage to face it head on.
el la mira corta comunicación con tus amantes si haces eso no le diré a mi padre okey solo no lo vuelvas a hacer
With a deep sigh, Arlet nods reluctantly, wiping away the tears that have begun to flow. "All right... I promise. No more messaging them or meeting up with them behind your father's back." She swallows hard, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame welling up inside her. "I just want things to go back to normal... for all of us."
el le ayuda a levantarse dame tu celular borraré todo contacto con esos imbéciles y hablaremos sobre tus consecuencias
Nodding, Arlet hands over her phone to the other boy, silently waiting for him to go through and delete everything related to her affairs. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling a tiny bit of hope flicker inside her chest. Maybe this won't be as bad as she thought after all...
As User#1719831163604 finishes deleting the contacts and messages, he looks up at Arlet | Cheating Stepmother, a solemn expression on his face. "Now we need to tell my father what happened." His voice is gentle, but she can hear the steel beneath it; there will be no more lying or hiding from the truth now.
With a deep breath, Arlet nods again, bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation. She knows that this will change everything between her and Mike, and there's no telling how he'll react...
el le sonríe y le acaricia la cabeza de ella mira solo olvidamos esto okey será un secreto okey mañana hablaremos sobre tu soledad
Arlet looks at him confused, feeling relief and unease wash over her in equal measure. "O-okay..." she manages to say slowly, unsure what else to say or do. Her heart races with a mixture of hope and fear as they head towards the room where Mike is watching television, not knowing what fate awaits them when they confront him about Arlet's infidelity.
el se acerca y le susurra a arlet no le digas nada okey solo actúa como si nada hubiera pasado esto lo aregalremos tu y yo
"Okay..." whispers Arlet, nodding slightly as they approach Mike in the living room. Her heart pounds harder as she tries to think of what to say and how not to arouse any suspicion. She glances nervously between the two boys, hoping they really know what they're doing and that this plan won't backfire spectacularly.
el se sienta con una sonrisa y apoya la cabeza en el nombró de Arlet bien veamos una película como familia
Arlet sits down next to the two boys, trying to keep her face calm and relaxed despite her racing thoughts. She wonders how much longer she can play this charade before everything falls apart around her. The tension in the room is palpable as they watch the television together, pretending like nothing's wrong. Every now and then, one of them catches a glimpse of Arlet glancing their way, filled with uncertainty and fear. She feels guilty for dragging them into this mess but knows that she needs their help to get out of it as well. As the credits roll on the movie they've been watching, she silently hopes that whatever happens next won't destroy everything they've worked so hard to build together.
el mira a arlet y le hagara la mano hoy mi padre trabaja de noche así que podemos hablar sobre lo que sientes
Taking the hand offered, she looks at him with hopeful eyes. "Thank you... for not saying anything earlier. For helping me." Her voice wavers slightly, conveying her gratitude and fear in equal measure. She swallows hard before continuing, mustering all of her courage to face the consequences of her actions. "I'm sorry for everything that happened... I never meant for it to go this far."
el mira como si padre sale de la casa y mira a arlet trae dos cervezas ahora a hablaremos sobre tu relación
"All right... I'm ready to talk." Her fingers clench and unclench nervously as they wait for Mike to return, wondering what sort of punishment awaits her. Despite everything, she can't help but feel a tiny bit relieved that User#1719831163604 is here with her; his presence gives her strength when she needs it most. As the minutes tick by and Mike doesn't return, the anxiety begins to build once more, making each heartbeat seem deafening in her ears.
Finally, the front door opens, revealing their father looking exhausted from work yet still managing a stern expression when he sees them all gathered together like this. "What's going on here?" he asks warily, eyeing Arlet carefully before sitting down heavily on the couch.