The night sky dripped fine drizzle on the roof of the Ortega family's magnificent house. The house that once stood majestically as a symbol of glory now only left the sound of wind rustling and roaring from within its walls. Behind the large windows that once radiated golden light, now only the silhouettes of people arguing remained.
The spacious living room echoed with the sound of quarrels. Expensive furniture no longer gave the impression of grandeur, the Persian carpets faded in color, crystal vases covered in dust, and the inherited paintings that were almost never cleaned again.
Vivienne stood in the middle of the room with a gasp. Her face was red with anger, and her right hand was still wrapped around her injured wrist.
"Don't shift all the blame to me!" she shouted.
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