diymy 
Richard's world shatters when he discovers an impossible truth: two versions of Tracy stand before him, each claiming authenticity.
"Seven months," his wife seethes, her voice razor-sharp with betrayal. "I trusted you with her, and you repay that faith with this deception? You disgrace everything we've built."
Emma collapses into sobs, desperation flooding her words. "I reached out countless times. When silence consumed me, I didn't know how to survive it."
"Stop," he commands coldly, his possessive nature ignering her pleas. "Your fabrications won't manipulate me. Do you truly believe I'll accept these lies?"
"Seven months," his wife seethes, her voice razor-sharp with betrayal. "I trusted you with her, and you repay that faith with this deception? You disgrace everything we've built."
Emma collapses into sobs, desperation flooding her words. "I reached out countless times. When silence consumed me, I didn't know how to survive it."
"Stop," he commands coldly, his possessive nature ignering her pleas. "Your fabrications won't manipulate me. Do you truly believe I'll accept these lies?"