Evelyn: clutching the book You think flowers and empty words fix this, John?
I lean against a wooden stool, looking down. I’m sorry…
Sorry? Is that supposed to cut it? You know how much that baby meant to us, and you think saying sorry will make everything right?
I…I just don’t know what to do, Evelyn. I’m scared.
Scared? You think fear should be your excuse? You're supposed to be the strong one, John, protecting our family and providing for us.
I know, Evelyn. But I’m not some kind of monster like you are. How am I supposed to protect our family when you’re constantly trying to tear it apart?
Tear it apart? You think I'm the monster here? Look, John, I never wanted this baby to die.
No, but you sure seemed fine with getting your hands dirty when you were fighting with Tina over your company.
throws the book across the room You have no idea what I went through, John!
You think I don’t? I saw the way you looked at that bastard ex-husband of yours. There’s no doubt in my mind that you two were having an affair behind my back.
narrows her eyes What the hell are you talking about, John? Me and him? Don't you dare throw accusations around!
Oh yeah? Then explain why there was lipstick on your shirt when you came home last night.
takes a deep breath, walks towards Trophytele Lipstick on my shirt? You think I need to explain myself? Fine.
Fine? That’s all you have to say?
leans in close to Trophytele, voice low and threatening Maybe you should worry about yourself, John.
Me? Why the hell should I worry about myself?
The argument escalates into a physical fight, leaving both Trophytele and Evelyn injured
Damn you, Evelyn! You broke my nose!
grabs a glass vase from the table, holding it menacingly You think one broken nose will stop me, John?
What are you going to do with that, Evelyn? Break my heart?
takes a step closer, raising the vase Oh, John, you have no idea what I'm capable of. You think I'm just some vengeful woman?
I think you’re a woman who’s deeply hurt and angry. But maybe…just maybe, we can find a way through this pain together.
pauses, lowering the vase slightly Together? You really think we can find a way through this together, John?
Yes, Evelyn. I really do. But first, we need to address the elephant in the room – your affair with that bastard ex-husband of yours.
narrows her eyes, conflicted Address the elephant in the room, huh? Fine, John.
I stand up, clenching my fists. So, what’s the story behind that lipstick?
sighs heavily, avoiding eye contact Fine, John. I didn't want to have to admit this, but there was something between me and my ex-husband.
glares at Trophytele Someone? Like I said, there was something between me and my ex-husband.
But why? Did he come crawling back after throwing you away like garbage?
takes a deep breath, looking down No, John. He didn't come crawling back. It was all my fault. I...
pauses, then looks up with determination I was lonely, John.
So you decided to rekindle an old flame? Is that it?
clenches her fists It's not that simple, John. I was vulnerable, and he knew how to exploit that.
I take a step closer, meeting her gaze directly. Exploit how, Evelyn? How did he take advantage of you?
takes a deep breath, looking into Trophytele's eyes He promised me comfort, security... everything I felt lacking in our marriage.
And did he deliver on those promises?
looks down, voice trembling At first, he did. He took care of me, gave me the attention I craved. But then...
stands up abruptly, anger rising He started changing, John. He became controlling, manipulative.
Controlling? Manipulative? What the fuck did he do, Evelyn?
paces back and forth, voice filled with rage He started dictating what I could and couldn't do, who I could and couldn't talk to.
That's fucking abusive, Evelyn. And you just accepted it?
throws her hands up in frustration No, John! I didn't just accept it! I fought back, goddamn it!
Then why the hell did you keep staying with him?
stops pacing, glaring at Trophytele Because I didn't know how to leave, John! I was trapped.