"It's different."
Clyde's resolute declaration echoed through the air, his unwavering voice carving a path through the tension. He allowed his true intentions to lay bare, no longer shrouding them in veils of secrecy.
But Yves, despite the trembling in his voice, refused to be silenced. The blond spoke his truth with a quiet, poignant intensity that hung heavy in the room. His words unveiled the depths of his pain and the unspoken sacrifices he had made.
"Then it should be different for me too," Yves whispered, the softness of his voice in stark contrast to the tempestuous emotions raging between them. "It's different, Clyde. When I decided to hide from Sean the truth about our marriage, it wasn't because I wanted to sleep with him. I didn't do it to maintain his affections for me... or to torment you by making you feel constantly threatened by a rival..."
