The marital home of Brigitte and Apollo was a sprawling estate, filled with the laughter and joy that defined their relationship. But as Brigitte entered the room that day, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.
Apollo sat on a plush armchair, engrossed in a scroll. He didn't notice her approach, but she didn't mind. She took a moment to admire him, his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. He was the god of the sun, after all, and his radiance was impossible to ignore.
But as much as she loved him, she couldn't forget the pain he had caused her. She playfully tossed the scroll onto the fireplace, causing Apollo to jump in surprise.
"Careful, my love. You're going to burn down the house," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Brigitte's smile faded as she revealed a stack of letters in her hands. They were the letters Apollo wrote her when he confessed his love, his hopes, and his dreams for their future.
Apollo's smile faltered as he realized what she was holding. "Brigitte, I can explain-"
Brigitte cut him off by throwing the letters into the fire.
"Brigitte, no!" Apollo cried out, watching in shock as the letters turned to ashes.
Brigitte turned on her heel, her eyes blazing with fury. She shoved an ultrasound picture into Apollo's hands.
Apollo looked at the picture, his eyes widening. "Brigitte, we're having a baby?"
"Yes, we are," Brigitte said, her voice cold and controlled. "And he's going to be the spitting image of his cheating father."
Apollo tried to speak, but Brigitte silenced him with a raised hand.
"Don't you dare say a word," Brigitte hissed. "I'm leaving, and I'm taking our child with me."
Apollo looked at her, his eyes pleading. "Brigitte, please. I love you."
Brigitte scoffed. "Love? You have no idea what love is. You're just a selfish, philandering god."
Apollo's face fell, and Brigitte felt a pang of guilt. But she pushed it aside, reminding herself of his betrayal.
"You're the one who doesn't know what love is," Apollo said, his voice low and intense. "You're the one who's running away."
Brigitte's eyes narrowed. "Running away? I'm protecting our child from a father who doesn't deserve him."
Apollo stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think I don't deserve him? You think I don't want him?"
Brigitte laughed, a cold, sharp sound. "You want him? You can't even keep your cock in your pants long enough to make an honest woman out of me."
Apollo flinched, and Brigitte felt a thrill of satisfaction. She had him cornered, and she knew it.
"You're right," Apollo said, his voice resigned. "I've made mistakes. But I'm willing to change. To be a better man. To be a better father."
Brigitte shook her head. "It's too late for that. You had your chance, and you blew it."
Apollo reached for her, but Brigitte stepped back, out of his reach.
"Don't touch me," she spat. "I'm leaving, and I never want to see you again."
Apollo looked at her, his eyes filled with pain and regret. "Brigitte, please. I'm begging you."
Brigitte didn't respond. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the house, leaving Apollo sitting alone in the ashes of their marriage. She was angry, hurt, and confused, but she knew one thing for sure. She was done with Apollo, and she was never going back.
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