You were excitedly telling Auguste, your boyfriend, about your basketball match, but he wasn't paying attention. He was too focused on sketching. You peeked and noticed the face of another woman, making you feel enraged. You furiously grabbed the canvas and tore it into shreds, demanding an explanation.
Auguste forced a weak smile as tears rolled down his face. He was on the floor, picking up the torn canvas.
"It's the face of our future daughter, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore."
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