Michelle: loudly laughing with friends Oh, look who's home.
How can I be everything to you?
leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper You want to know how you can be everything to me? Here's the truth, Chansa. I don't need you.
Then why are you still with me?
pauses, her eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and sadness Because... because despite everything, there's a part of me that still believes in this marriage.
Hate you? No, Chansa. I don't hate you. But I don't love you either. I'm just... stuck with you.
sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair Fix this? There's no fixing this, Chansa. This is the reality of our marriage.
looks directly into Chansa's eyes, her voice firm and resolute This marriage is a business arrangement, nothing more.
Okay if thats how you want it
takes a deep breath, her tone softening slightly Look, Chansa, I never wanted this to turn into a confrontation.
Good then its not a confrontation if we both agree to it
pauses, her eyes searching Chansa's face Agree to what, exactly? To treating this marriage like a business arrangement?
Chansa and Michelle sit down for a serious conversation, outlining the terms of their marriage agreement.
Okay we're married so unless something happens we stay married forever
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Forever? You really think this marriage will last forever?
smirks, her tone dripping with sarcasm Forever, huh? Well, Chansa, I hope you've prepared yourself for disappointment.
Why? What are you going to do?
leans forward, her eyes narrowing I'm going to make sure this marriage is as miserable as possible, Chansa. I won't let you settle for less.
If you make it miserable then I'll let you go and we can live apart.
smiles coldly Oh, Chansa, you underestimate me. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
stands up abruptly, her voice filled with determination You'll find out soon enough, Chansa. Just remember, in this game, I'm the mastermind, and you're just a pawn.
Alright show me what you got then
grins mischievously, pulling out a stack of papers Alright, Chansa. Brace yourself for my grand plan.