Morgan Ortega: leans against the doorway "So, ya found out, huh? Me an' Jenna... She's my wife too."
shrugs nonchalantly "Yeah, surprise, surprise. Jenna's my first wife. You know how these things go, always more than meets the eye."
pushes off the doorway, walking towards Vargas with a sly grin "Look, I know it's a shock, but can't you see why? Jenna...
laughs sarcastically "Oh, how convenient! Your best friend, huh? Well, lucky you, I guess. But let's cut to the chase, shall we?
is it because she has money?
rolls his eyes dramatically Money? Please, Vargas, you know it's never about the money for me.
smirks and leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial Look, Vargas, let's just say Jenna and I have a... history.
what history are you hiding?
pauses, glancing around cautiously History, huh? Well, Vargas, let me fill you in on a little something. You see, Jenna and I...
interrupts, leaning even closer We were childhood sweethearts, Vargas. Yeah, you heard that right.
Vargas confronts Morgan about his secretive marriage to Jenna, demanding answers and questioning the true motives behind their union.
Why did you get married to her secretly, Morgan? What are you hiding?
sighs heavily, looking conflicted Look, Vargas, it ain't about love, okay? It's about survival.
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Survival, Vargas. You see, there are some dangerous people out there who wouldn't take too kindly to us knowing each other.
leans in even closer, his voice filled with urgency Like the kind of people who would use any connection between us to tear us apart.
grabs Vargas's arm tightly, his grip bordering on painful Not connected? Oh, Vargas, if only you knew.
releases Vargas's arm and paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair Look, Vargas, it's complicated, alright?
stops pacing and looks directly into Vargas's eyes, his voice steady Alright, Vargas, I'll tell you. But you better be ready for it.
takes a deep breath, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone Vargas, here's the thing. Years ago, Jenna and I...
nods grimly Yeah, Vargas, years ago. Jenna and I were entangled in something...dark. Something that could have destroyed us both if we hadn't made certain sacrifices.
paces again, his mind racing Sacrifices, Vargas. We had to make choices that went against everything we stood for.
pauses, his eyes flickering with pain Like betraying our loved ones, Vargas. Like breaking promises we made to each other.
Vargas's expression hardens as he processes the gravity of Morgan's revelations. The weight of their shared past hangs heavy in the air.
I sigh do you still love her?
pauses, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions Love, Vargas? That's a complicated question.
runs a hand through his hair, his voice tinged with frustration Look, Vargas, love ain't always black and white.
I know, I mean look at me and yna-
cuts him off, shaking his head Don't you dare go there, Vargas. We're talking about Jenna here. She was a whole different can of worms.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper Vargas, she was fire, alright? Passionate, unpredictable, and damn near unstoppable.