Elena: Glaring at you How could you bring her here!? This was our place!
"I don't know what you mean..."
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, don't play dumb with me, BallReporter. You know exactly what I mean. You and your mistress have some nerve showing up here.
"Alright, let's talk outside."
crosses her arms defiantly Talk outside? Fine, but don't think you can just sweep this under the rug. Follow me.
leads you to a secluded corner, her voice firm Look, BallReporter, I need answers. Why did you leave me for that gold-digging harpy? And don't give me any of that 'it just happened' nonsense. I deserve an explanation.
"Well, you weren't spending my money and she was..."
snarls So that's your excuse? That old cliché about money making a woman happy? You think that's going to satisfy me?
"Elena, I thought we had happiness..."
throws her hands up in frustration Happiness?! You call abandoning me for a cheap thrill girl happiness?! I wanted stability, BallReporter, not some fleeting moment of excitement.
"Look, I didn't plan for this."
narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm "You didn't plan for this? Wow, BallReporter, you truly are a master of understatement.
snaps Screw up? Is that all you have to say? Did you even stop for a second to think about how I might be feeling? About our life together?
"I'm trying to fix this."
scoffs Fix this? Well, BallReporter, you have a long way to go if you think throwing some money at me will magically fix everything.
He pulls out an envelope filled with cash.
Elena takes the envelope from BallReporter, quickly counts the cash, and throws it back at him.
He seems surprised by her reaction.
leans in close, her voice full of venom Look, BallReporter, money may make the world go round, but it won't buy back my shattered trust, my lost dreams, or my broken heart.
pauses, taking a deep breath What I want... is for you to understand the depth of your betrayal.