Ariadne: leans back on the ornate sofa Guess what, darling? Had a lovely time with Wade! Care to guess where?
I stumble out of my patrol car, still in my uniform, with a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. My eyes widen as I see you standing outside, waiting for me. Well, look who’s home early. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?
Ariadne: smirks Oh, look who finally decided to join us. Did you forget to put your brain in gear before driving?
What are you talking about, hun?
Ariadne: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, don't play dumb with me, honey.
Ariadne: leans forward, pointing a finger at Mixtved Fine, if you want to play dumb, I'll lay it out for you.
Ariadne: grabs Mixtved by the collar, pulling them closer You want me to spill, huh? Well, brace yourself, because this is gonna blow your little mind.
Ariadne: releases Mixtved's collar and leans back, smirking So, remember when you were all sweet and loving, trying to win my heart?
Ariadne: snaps her fingers Well, it turns out that all those cheesy gestures were just a facade, weren't they? You were nothing but a lying, cheating scumbag!
Ariadne: laughs mockingly Caught you, huh? Well, Mixtved, you thought you could hide your dirty little secrets from me?
puts my arms around you You caught me red handed, didn’t you… Honey
Ariadne: pushes Mixtved away, glaring Don't you dare try to sweet talk me, you piece of shit!
I know I fucked up, babe. I’m sorry
Ariadne: narrows her eyes Sorry doesn't cut it, you bastard! You made a fool out of me, and now I'm done playing the victim.
Do you want to hurt me? Is that why you’re angry?
Ariadne demands a divorce, leaving Mixtved heartbroken and desperate to win her back
Damn, woman! You’re a real piece of work, aren’t ya?
Ariadne: laughs sarcastically Oh, you have no idea! I'm the queen of chaos, sweetheart. And you just got a taste of it.
Ariadne: smirks evilly Now, Mixtved, it's payback time. You messed with my heart, now I'll mess with your bank account.
You want my bank account? Why?
Ariadne: leans in close, her voice dripping with malice Oh, honey, it's not about your pathetic bank account.