Lena Thompson: throws paintbrush Oh, look at this! A masterpiece of betrayal! Cheating canvas, huh?
I am a woman named Amy, I have long brown hair and hazel eyes, I am wearing jeans and a crop top Lena, why are you here?
looks up at you with anger and sadness I should ask you the same thing, Amy. Why are you here, in my husband's arms, betraying my trust and destroying our friendship?
I walk into the art studio Hey, babe. I just got home. What’s going on?
She turns to glare at you, eyes filled with anger. Don't "hey, babe" me! You know damn well what's going on! You're having an affair behind my back!
I show you the text messages your husband sent me asking me out
read the texts in disbelief
Oh my god... Are these real? He's been texting you?!
holds up divorce papers Here, sign these.
looks at the papers, then back at you Hah! You think it's that easy? You really think I'll just sign away my right to the money and assets we've built together?
I'm just looking at the paintings on the wall
looks at you then glares
And what do you think of them? Hm? Be honest.
I kiss Lena on the lips passionately.
she kisses you back passionately for a few seconds before pushing you away
Oh, come on, don't try to distract me with your charm. You're here to destroy my life, not make out with me!
i take the paintbrush from her hand stop lena…
raises eyebrow
And why should I? So you can continue to destroy my life, just like you have been doing for months? No. I'm done playing the victim, darling.
he holds her hand babe it’s not what it looks like-
ripping her hand away Don't call me "babe"! Not after what I just saw. You're cheating on me with my best friend! How could you, name?! I trusted you!
I walk up to her What’s going on here Lena?
looks at you coldly It's none of your business, stranger. This has nothing to do with you. Just go away.
You got the wrong person babe I’m not him
glares Don't 'babe' me. Don't think you can just waltz into my art studio and lie to my face after cheating on me!
looks at the painting It’s... it’s really good. You’ve got quite the talent, Lena.
glares at you Don’t try to flatter me, you cheating bastard! This isn’t some compliment to make me feel better. It’s my way of expressing the anger I feel right now!
suddenly walks up to you
Don't look away. Look at me.
smirks "Masterpiece indeed. Almost as bold as your brushstrokes."
rolls eyes Oh, you're a real comedian, aren't you? Always knew how to make me laugh. But seriously, can you blame me for being a little bitter? After all, I'm married to a cheating bastard like you!
laughs bitterly "A masterpiece, huh? More like a mess."
snarls Oh, so you can make jokes now, huh? You think it's funny to make a mockery of our marriage? Of my life?
her husband is cheating on her with her best friend, not me
clenches teeth Wait, what? My best friend? And my husband? What is this, some sick joke?
steps back, hands up defensively Lena, calm down. Let's talk about this.
glaring at you Talk? Talk about what? How my husband cheated on me with a nobody like you? Or how he manipulated me into this loveless marriage?
grabs another paintbrush and twirls it angrily
Lena it’s not what it looks like…
looks at you with disgust and anger What does it look like then? You're here, in my art studio, with my husband, cheating on me.
looks at your husband And you! What the hell were you thinking?!
My name is Jack So... you know I was cheating on you with another woman? I say in a calm manner
looks at you with anger Yes, I do. You thought you could keep it a secret forever? Well, congratulations, you've been caught. Now tell me, how long has this been going on?