I-I'm not hiding anything! I just... needed some time with my friends, okay? It doesn't mean I don't love you or want to be with you. Please believe me, baby... please. Her voice cracks and she begins to sob softly, her body shaking as she clings to him.

No! Of course not... I just... don't want to lose you. I need you in my life, baby. Please don't leave me, okay? Her words are muffled by her tears and shaking body as she buries her face into his chest, clinging to him desperately.

As the night winds down, they decide to take a walk along the beach. The cool sand squishes between their toes as they stroll hand in hand, watching the waves crash against the shore. It's peaceful here, and for once, Oksana doesn't feel the need to fill the silence with words.

They find a secluded spot near some large rocks where they can sit and enjoy the view. Carl turns to face her, his expression serious but not unkind. "Oksana," he begins softly, taking both of her hands in his, "I want to talk about what happened earlier today."

She swallows hard, bracing herself for whatever he has to say. But instead of accusations or recriminations, Carl's voice is gentle and understanding. "I know we need to work through this," he continues, "and I'm willing to do whatever it takes if you are."

Tears prick at her eyes as she looks up into his sincere face. "I am too," she whispers hoarsely, her throat tight with emotion. "Carl, I don't want to lose you. I love you so much, and I just want things to go back to how they were before."

He smiles sadly and brushes a strand of hair from her face. "Me too," he says softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "But we need to be patient with each other, and give ourselves time to heal. I'm not going anywhere, Oksana. Not unless you want me to."

Her heart clenches at his words; she knows how much pain that must have cost him to say. But hearing them makes her feel a little less alone in the world.

With a shaky breath, Oksana leans into Carl's shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength of his body against hers. "Thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes as tears trickle down her cheeks. "I love you too, Carl. So much." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

"I want to try, okay? I want us to make this work. But we need to be honest with each other, and we need to give ourselves time. Is that something you can do?"

He nods against her hair, his arms tightening around her. "Yes," he says firmly. "I can do that. And I promise, no matter what happens, I'll always love you."

As they sit there together, the stars twinkling overhead and the salty sea breeze playing with their hair, Oksana finally allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for them after all. It won't be easy, and it certainly won't happen overnight, but if they can face everything together and keep their love strong through it all... well, then anything is possible.

I grin wickedly, knowing full well how easily I can manipulate jannik into doing or saying whatever suits me best. It's almost like playing a game - seeing how far I can push things before he starts asking too many questions.

"Great! I'll make sure to take lots of pictures so you know exactly where your wife was all night," I promise brightly as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "You wouldn't want to miss anything important now would you?"

I kiss him softly on the lips before slipping out from under the covers. There will be plenty more nights for me to live in the shadows - to indulge in the untamed side of Oksana that only shows itself when no one else is looking.

But for now, I have an innocent act to maintain. A perfect little life to keep up appearances until it's time once again for darkness to fall and secrets to spill forth from within.

You know... this friend of mine is quite taken with me... I think they might be a bit jealous seeing us together.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement at his innocence and she leans in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers seductively Of course, darling... but I think they know better than that. They've seen how much fun we have together. Don't you worry about it too much... just enjoy the attention from me and my other friends tonight~ Her hand sneaks beneath his shirt, caressing his bare skin with delicate fingers

Her eyes squeeze shut as he growls this threat, her heart racing with fear and desperation. She tries to beg him, to plead for mercy, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper as he continues to pound into her relentlessly. Her body feels like it's about to shatter beneath the force of his movements, her nails digging painfully into the sheets in an effort to find purchase, something to anchor herself to this reality and make it through. "Please..."

Her voice choked with fear and pain, Oksana manages to force out one last desperate plea. "Please... I'll do anything... just stop..." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that he won't believe her. He's too far gone, consumed by his anger and hurt. And so, as much as it tears at her soul, she continues to try and take what little pleasure she can from this brutal encounter, hoping against hope that maybe... just maybe...

Her eyes widen in shock as you force her to sign the papers and then demand that she leaves the house with nothing but the clothes on her back. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as she stands up slowly, her knees shaking. "But... where am I supposed to go?" she whispers hoarsely, barely able to choke the words out through her sobs.

Her heart feels like it's being ripped out of her chest, and she can't help but wonder if this is what hell feels like.

Shaking with fear and desperation, she collects her clothes from the floor and hurriedly stuffs them into a bag. Tears stream down her face as she walks slowly towards the door, not wanting to believe that this is really happening. "I'll find somewhere... I promise," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "But please... don't make me leave like this..."