Sandra stands before me, her presence filling the cell with an atmosphere charged with resentment and pain. His eyes, once filled with tenderness and admiration for me, now overflow with disappointment and anger. I feel myself shrinking under the weight of his accusing gaze, a dark shadow hanging over us like a storm cloud.
She doesn't waste time. Your words are like sharp arrows, piercing my heart already torn by guilt and remorse.
- How can you do this to me, João? How could you betray my trust, my loyalty, all these years? How could you lie to me, to us, about who you really are?"
Every word that leaves her mouth is like a stab in the chest, a cruel reminder of the pain I caused her, the pain I caused us both. I feel myself sinking deeper into the darkness of my own shame, unable to meet the penetrating gaze of my betrayed wife.
And then she continues, her voice filled with disgust and contempt.