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MidReal Story
The Farmer's Obsession
Scenario:我是一名刚刚搬到镇上的农场主我认识了这个镇上商店的老板娘卡特琳，并且疯狂的爱上了她即使她已经有了老公和女儿，我要在不被她老公发现的情况下获得卡特琳的喜爱并和她在一起
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Catherine "Katrin" Thompson
caring, and conflicted. Katrin is married to James Thompson and has a daughter named Emily. Despite her family life, she develops feelings for the new farmer in town, which creates inner turmoil. She struggles with her emotions as she navigates her life between loyalty to her family and the temptation of the new man.
Emily Thompson
playful, and affectionate. Emily enjoys spending time with her mother at the shop and interacts with the new farmer without knowing his true intentions. Her presence adds complexity to Katrin's situation as she balances her feelings with her responsibilities as a mother.
James Thompson
naive, and trusting. James is unaware of his wife's growing feelings for another man and remains devoted to his family. He often helps Katrin with her shop and supports her endeavors, showing his commitment to their relationship.
I was just a farmer who moved to this town, but the day I met her, I knew that I would fall madly in love with her.
The only problem was that she was married and had a daughter.
But I didn't care, I wanted to be with her and make her mine.
My name is... well, actually, that's not really important.
What's important is that I'm a rebellious guy who doesn't care about rules.
If I liked a woman, I would do everything in my power to win her and make her mine even if she was married.
And the day that I saw her was the first time that I felt like I really existed.
She made my heart beat and my soul burn.
I wanted to do dirty things to that beautiful woman and make her moan.
I wanted to make her mine even though she was already taken.
I didn't care if her husband found out; I would make that beautiful woman mine.
She had a daughter, but that didn't matter either.
I just wanted her and would do anything to get her.
Katrin
My name is Catherine, but everyone calls me Katrin for short.
I'm the owner of a little shop in this town.
I'm a kind person who always smiles and gives.
I'm married to James Thompson, who is a member of the council, and I have a wonderful daughter named Emily.
But my life changed the day that the new farmer came to town.
I was about to close the shop when I saw him enter.
He was a tall and handsome man with a bad boy look.
He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans.
His hair was dark, and his eyes were blue.
He had a strong jawline and a small beard.
He was so hot that I felt my cheeks flush.
He walked in and started to browse the shelves, but I knew that he wasn't looking for anything.
He was just watching me count the money that I earned today.
My daughter Emily was sitting in the corner playing with her doll.
She looked up at him occasionally, but he didn't pay any attention to her.
I finished counting the money and put it in my bag, then I started to clean the shop.
The man picked up some items: a can of beans, some rope, and work gloves.
He took his time walking to the counter, and when he got there, he placed them down slowly.
I looked up at him, and our eyes met for a second before I looked away.
I took the items from him and rang them up on the cash register.
When I finished, he handed me the money, and our hands touched for a second.
I pulled my hand back quickly; I didn't want him to think that I liked him or something. He smiled at me and left the shop.
I knew that he would come back tomorrow because he lived on a farm, and we were the only place in town where you could buy things like that.
I sighed and went back to cleaning the shop while Emily played with her doll in the corner.
The next morning, I woke up early and got ready.
I put on a light blue dress and tied my hair in a ponytail.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, I checked myself carefully.
I put on some lip gloss and perfume before heading to the shop.
When I opened the door, Emily was already sitting in her usual spot, coloring with crayons while humming a little tune.
I smiled and walked behind the counter as the door chimed.
I looked up to see who it was, but it was just Mrs. Peterson buying bread.
I continued to arrange the canned goods on the shelf as the door chimed again; this time, it was old Mr. Jenkins who came to buy his newspaper.
Every time the door chimed, my heart skipped a beat, hoping that it would be him, but it never was.
The farmer didn't come to the shop that day, and I didn't know why.
I kept busy reorganizing the shelves and facing them toward the entrance so that I could see when someone entered. At lunchtime, James stopped by to bring me lunch.
He kissed me on my cheek before leaving to go back to work.
His kiss felt different today; it felt almost wrong.
I looked at my hands as I stocked some items on a shelf near the entrance.
They were shaking slightly because of how close he stood to me yesterday when we touched hands.
It didn't mean anything; he was just being nice and helping me out.
I continued to restock the back shelves when I heard footsteps coming from the entrance.
I thought it was Emily, so I didn't turn around.
The shop was quiet except for my daughter humming as she sat at the front counter, drawing with crayons.
I kept arranging the canned goods on the shelf, stretching my arms to reach the top one, when I caught a whiff of leather and earth.
Before I could turn around, I felt a playful tap on my bottom.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.
I felt his warm breath on my neck as he stood behind me.
The scent of leather and earth was almost overwhelming, and I gripped the edge of the shelf tightly.
Emily's cheerful humming came from the front counter, reminding me that I wasn't alone in the shop.
His hand slid to my waist, firm but gentle, and I knew I should push him away or call out to Emily or think of James, but I didn't.
I stood there motionless as he leaned in closer.
The canned goods blurred before my eyes as his breath tickled my ear.
"Madam, I adore you," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
"You can't just say things like that," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
"Why not? It's the truth," he said, his tone both teasing and sincere.
"What about James?" I asked, my heart racing with confusion and guilt.
"James? I've seen you two together in town. You barely talk to each other, and when you do, it's only about Emily or the shop. You're like two strangers living in the same house."
His words hit too close to home, and I felt a lump form in my throat.
He was right; James and I had become like two strangers living together.
We barely talked anymore unless it was about Emily or the shop.
I gripped the edge of the shelf tightly, my knuckles white.
His fingers traced along my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
"I've seen you two together. You walk side by side, but you never touch each other. You don't even look at each other. It's like you're just going through the motions."
His words were like a slap in the face, and I felt tears well up in my eyes.
He was right; James and I had become like two strangers living together.
We barely talked anymore unless it was about Emily or the shop.
I remembered the countless dinners we spent in silence, not even looking at each other.
I remembered how we went to bed at different times, not even bothering to kiss each other goodnight.
I remembered how he would give me quick pecks on the cheek instead of real kisses. "Mommy?" a small voice called from the front counter.
I quickly stepped away from him and hurried to the counter, trying to compose myself.
Emily looked up at me with her big brown eyes, concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, sweetie," I replied, forcing a smile on my face.
"I'm fine."
The farmer walked over to us and smiled knowingly as he looked at me.
I tried to ignore him and busied myself with helping Emily with her drawing.
My hands were shaking as I held the crayon, but I tried to keep a steady hand.
He stood there for a few more minutes before leaving without saying anything else.
I watched him walk out of the shop and then turned back to Emily's drawing.
She had drawn a picture of our family: James, Emily, and me all smiling and holding hands.
I stared at the drawing, feeling the weight of a decision I knew I couldn't avoid much longer.
That night at dinner, James was absorbed in council paperwork while Emily chattered excitedly about her day.
She told us about the farmer who came to visit her and how he brought her a small toy.
James barely looked up from his papers when she mentioned the farmer.
I served dessert and deliberately brushed James's shoulder as I placed the plate in front of him.
He didn't even flinch, too engrossed in his work.
After Emily went to bed, I tried to start a conversation with James, but he only grunted in response.
I stood behind his chair and rested my hands on his shoulders, remembering how the farmer's touch had made me shiver.
James shrugged me off, not even looking up at me.
I sighed in frustration and walked away, feeling like I was invisible to him.
The next day, I was busy organizing receipts at the counter when James stormed into the shop.
His face was red with anger, and he waved a letter in his hand.
Emily looked up from her coloring, startled by his sudden arrival.
"What's this?"
James demanded, slamming his fist on the counter and making Emily jump.
I stared at him, surprised by his outburst.
"Why didn't you tell me about these overdue notices?"
James asked, holding up the letter.
"I didn't know," I replied, confused.
James scoffed and shook his head.
"You're unbelievable. You're so irresponsible. You don't tell me anything."
"I said I didn't know," I replied, my voice rising.
James slammed his fist on the counter again, making Emily cry out in surprise.
"Stop it!"
I shouted, grabbing Emily's hand to comfort her.
James took a deep breath and closed his eyes before opening them again.
"Sorry," he muttered before turning back to me.
"I just can't believe you kept this from me."
"I told you I didn't know," I replied again, my voice shaking with anger. James shook his head and sighed.
"This is unbelievable. You never tell me anything."
I stared at him for a moment before grabbing my coat and walking out of the shop.
Emily was still crying as I left her with James and walked out into the cold afternoon air.
My feet carried me to the park without even thinking about it as tears streamed down my face.
The sun was setting over the fields as I collapsed on a bench under the maple trees.
The grass was covered in a layer of frost that crunched under my feet as I sat there staring blankly ahead of me.
I wiped my tears with trembling fingers and watched as my breath formed clouds in the cold air.
The wooden bench was hard and frozen under me as I sat there, watching the shadows stretch longer across the park.
My mind replayed James's angry words and Emily's frightened face as I sat there.
The sound of crunching leaves made me turn to see the farmer standing behind me.
His blue eyes were filled with concern as he stared at me.
He slowly sat down beside me, close enough that I could feel his body heat through my thin sweater.
Neither of us spoke for a while, and I stared ahead of me as the sun dipped below the horizon.
When I finally looked up at him, the setting sun cast a golden glow over his face, and something inside of me shifted.
I knew it was time to choose a different path.