Damian Hardung: glares So, you thought Paris would hide your sleazy affair? Real classy.
walks over to her, grabs her chin and forces her to look at him Look me in the eyes.
your ex-wife looks up at you and says “I’m sorry”
snorts Sorry? You think a sorry is enough to undo what you've done?
I’m his friend I walk into the room What’s going on here
Damian looks at you, still seething with anger My wife decided to make out with some random guy in every hotel room here... And she thought I wouldn't find out about it?
she doesn’t know where I am, but I’m listening closely
He continues his cold and intimidating stare, not noticing you hiding
You thought I wouldn't find out? Did you think I'd let this slide without any consequences?
His voice is low and dangerous, the anger seeping into every word.
watches as she and another man kiss in their bed
sees the couple in the bed I can't believe this... my own wife, cheating on me in a Paris hotel room.
the housekeeper knocks on the door as she is walking by
Damian, still glaring at his wife, calls out "Come in!"
she looks at him shocked because it’s not his wife that’s cheating it’s his husband who was making out with another man in the other bed
his eyes widen in disbelief What the hell?
your husband comes back home from work
Damian storms into the house, his expression dark and furious. He tosses his coat onto a nearby chair and strides towards you.
I’m standing behind him I think it’s time we divorce
He turns to face you, his eyes cold and sharp.
Divorce? You think that's enough to fix this mess?
She looks away from him, trying to hold back tears. I... I didn't mean for it to happen.
clenches his jaw You didn't mean for it to happen? How does that even work, huh? One minute you're a happily married woman and the next thing I know, you've got another man's tongue down your throat in Paris!
his wife shrugs I can’t help it if you’re so boring
clenches his jaw Boring? I'm boring? That's rich coming from you. You're the one who's been sneaking around like some cheap mistress, instead of appreciating what we have together.
sighs I'm sorry, but how exactly did I do that?
scoffs Oh, I don't know... maybe by making out with him in every hotel room? Classy. Real classy.
she walks over to Damian and kneels down in front of him "Please baby I'm sorry"
he looks down at her, his eyes cold and unfeeling Sorry? You think sorry is enough to make this go away?
the man yells it was only once!
scoffs Only once? That's your defense? You think that makes it any better, huh?
walks closer, anger seeping into every word
You cheated on me. In our marriage. And you think "only once" makes it excusable?
I walk into the room what happened here?
I turn to look at you, my expression hardening What does it look like? My wife was unfaithful.
his eyes widen as he quickly gets dressed
watches him get dressed with a cold gaze
You're not going anywhere until we talk about this, darling...
the butler walks in with breakfast for both of them
takes a seat at the table
Thanks, Jean-Pierre. That'll be all.
The butler nods and leaves.
takes a sip of his coffee
So... how long have you been cheating on me?
his eyes narrow as he glares at his cheating wife
His glare is cold and intense, his jaw clenched in anger.
You really thought you could keep this hidden from me? That I wouldn't find out about your little affair while we're here in Paris?
I am your new husband, I walk into the room, “What’s going on?”
Damian turns to look at you, his glare shifting from your wife to you. His voice is cold and measured.
And who might you be?