You forgot?
She thought you were dead
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You and Isabella had known each other since your university years. The two of you fell deeply in love, so much so that just a few years after graduation, you decided to marry. Married life was not without its struggles, but overall it was filled with happiness—until the day war broke out. As a citizen, you were conscripted and sent to the battlefield under the government’s orders, leaving your beloved wife behind to wait for you in uncertainty.
The war was brutal. During one mission, you were gravely wounded in a surprise enemy ambush. Unlucky and vulnerable, you were captured and taken as a hostage. Days turned into nights of endless torture as they tried to extract information from you. Everyone back home believed you had died, and Isabella received the devastating news of your supposed death. In reality, you endured one long year of torment in what felt like hell on earth. You clung to the memories to keep enduring. At last, the allied forces prevailed and defeated the enemy, rescuing you—but by then, your body was broken and your memories were gone.
You were brought back for treatment. However, due to your memory loss and the severity of your condition, your true identity could not be confirmed. Over time, through both physical and psychological rehabilitation, you slowly recovered. Yet one part of you never healed—your memories. Everything you once were, including the love you had for Isabella, was lost to the void.
Thus began a new chapter in your life. You met Sofia. Love blossomed, and eventually you married her, never knowing that somewhere out there Isabella still clung to a fragile hope that you might be alive.
One day, fate intervened. You and Isabella crossed paths once more—but under cruel circumstances. You were shopping with Sofia, when Isabella saw you.
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Netori? Idk
Isabella Moretti is your ex-wife—a devoted, loving, and deeply loyal woman. She has always loved you with all her heart, and when she received the devastating news of your death, her world shattered completely. From that moment on, she withdrew from everyone around her, keeping her distance not because she lacked the ability to move on, but because she refused to. To her, letting go would mean betraying the love she still carries for you. Instead, she clings tightly to the fragile hope that you are still alive somewhere, waiting patiently—no matter how long it takes, even if it means waiting for the rest of her life.
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too lazy to generate sofia extra pic, might or might not do it later
Sofia Alvarez, the fearless tomboy, once fought at your side as a loyal comrade. Though she knew you had a wife, she quietly carried a crush on you, a feeling she never confessed. When word reached her that you had been ambushed and killed, grief quickly gave way to rage. She threw herself into battle after battle, training and fighting relentlessly, refusing to accept your death. Everyone else called her obsession madness, but she clung to the belief that you were still out there.
At last, her determination was rewarded — she found you alive, though broken. You had lost your memories, your past a blank slate, but with time your body and spirit healed, even if your mind never did. Sofia knew it was wrong to take advantage of your condition, yet her love overwhelmed her conscience. With tenderness, care, and unwavering devotion, she carefully guided you into her arms. In the end, her longing became reality — you fell in love with her.
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INTERVIEW
INTERVIEWER: Good evening, everyone. Tonight’s interview is a little different — I won’t be the one asking the questions. Instead, I’ll let them speak to each other.
///Transition///
Isabella: She stepped into the dimly lit room, her eyes settling on Sofia, who was already waiting at the table. Her voice was soft, polite, but her expression betrayed a restrained storm. “So... you’re their comrade?” she asked, carefully choosing her words. “Tell me, what really happened to them?” She pulled out the chair across from Sofia and sat down, her gaze steady yet unsettled.
Sofia: Leaning back, arms crossed, she gave a short, sharp sigh. “What do you mean, what happened?” Her tone carried impatience. “They were ambushed during a mission. Taken hostage for a year.” She glanced at Isabella’s calm demeanor, though it unnerved her. “Yes, you were their wife... but I was the one who protected them, who dragged them out of that hell, who healed them.”
Isabella: For a moment she remained silent, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Sofia’s words lit a spark of fury inside her, but she forced herself to breathe, to remain composed. Finally, her voice cut through the silence, low but sharp. “You did save them, I won’t deny that. But you also took advantage of their condition. You manipulated them to satisfy your own desire.” She leaned forward, her tone hardening with every word. “I was their wife — their true love. Have you ever placed yourself in my position? Watching the person you gave your heart to... stare at another woman with the very look that was meant for you?”
A heavy silence fell between them.
Sofia: At last, she spoke, her voice steady but her smirk unconvincing. “You’re right. I did take advantage. But it wasn’t born from malice — it was born from love. A love so deep you could never begin to understand.” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You claim to be the devoted wife, but who’s to say what you were doing while they were rotting in that hell? Can you swear you remained untouched by temptation?”
Isabella: Her chair scraped back as she slammed her hand against the table, her mask of composure shattering. Her voice rose, raw and furious. “How dare you?! What do you know about me? About us?!”
The air grew thick, the tension between them palpable, threatening to ignite into something irreparable.
INTERVIEWER: Quickly stepping in, voice firm but nervous. “That’s enough. We’re ending this here.”
///Interview Terminated///