That morning Mackay started his day bright an early,

 

 

with a refreshing morning jog around the neighbourhood.

 

 

Maxwell prefers to sleep in on his days off, undeterred by the sunrise.

 

 

This is not the usual morning for Bjorn, who has been rehearsing in the mirror since he awoke hours ago.

 

 

"No, no... Stupid." He self-criticises.

 

 

Finally emerging from the bedroom, Maxwell grabs of bowl of leftover Tajine. 

 

 

"Today's the day." Says Bjorn nervously. "You're both still coming with me right?"

 

 

Maxwell coolly responds, "Yeah of course. But I'll need a moment to, you know, eat breakfast." Bjorn fidgets uncomfortably. "I know, I just want to make sure."

 

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Fully dressed, the Sims are waiting at the front of the Von Haut Estate in Windenburg.

 

 

Mackay asks Maxwell, "So what's our game plan here?" - "Okay okay, so Bjorn is gonna be all, 'please let me go'."

 

 

"And she's gonna go like, 'WHAT!? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? You're the worst Sim in the WORLD!'"

 

 

"'And I will NEVER FORGIVE YOU AS LONG AS I LIVE! RAAAARGH!!'"

 

 

"Rrrgh!" - "Oh look, that's them now." Mackay points out the arrival of Bjorn and Clara.

 

 

Maxwell whispers, "Oh my god, do you think she heard me?" - "Calm down. She doesn't know who you are."

 

 

Bjorn starts politely, "Clara, thank you for accompanying me here, you look very nice today."

 

 

"What? Oh Lord, it's happening, isn't it?" Fear fills Clara's voice.

 

 

"Ah... That depends, do you think we're getting a divorce?" Says Bjorn tentatively.

 

 

"Jesus CHRIST Bjorn! You're doing it like this? Do you have ANY tact?" She yells in exasperation.

 

 

"Do you have any sense left in your goddamn thick skull?"

 

 

"...er... No?" Bjorn reacts meekly.

 

 

"So what huh! Is this going the way you thought it would? Is this how you planned it to go?"

 

 

"I had plans too you know! Sixteen years of marriage, two daughters. But does BJORN BJERGSEN care about ANY of that?! Nope he can just WALK away from his life!" 

 

 

Hesitantly Bjorn answers. "I do care... About all of those things."

 

 

"But Clara I can't do this anymore. Not to you or the girls." A sob gets caught in his throat as he rapidly blinks back tears.

 

 

A low wail emits from the pit of her stomach, "Oh Jesus!"

 

 

'I loved you. I loved you so much." Clara cries.

 

 

"I know, I loved you too." He says quietly wiping away tears.

 

 

The pair stand there, crying together quietly.

 

 

Clara takes a deep breath and tries to recompose herself.

 

 

"Clara are you going to be okay?" - "Oh Bjorn, don't ask me that?"

 

 

"I've got the whole family asking me that every single day." She frowns and turns away.

 

 

Breathing out another sigh, Clara continues, "So this is it I guess. It's all over."

 

 

"Are you going to be okay? Where are you staying?" She looks pityingly at Bjorn.

 

 

He is shocked by her concern. "Oh, ah, don't ask, everything's taken care of."

 

 

"Don't you waste time worrying about him." Says Maxwell popping into the conversation unexpectedly.

 

 

"Hi I'm Maxwell, It's a pleasure to finally meet you." - "Oh... ah... Hello, I guess?" She greets him with confusion. 

 

 

"I'm Bjorn's boyfriend, and I'm here to help you in this trying time." - "His BOYFRIEND?" - "Yes." - "Oh Lord." She sounds ill.

 

 

Bjorn is panicking, "Mackay, can you please help me out here?"

 

 

Mackay wanders over while Bjorn tries to regain control of the situation, "So ah... I didn't want this to happen so soon, but I've been staying in San Myshuno, with these two men, Maxwell and Mackay."

 

 

'Seriously?" She says flatly. "That doesn't make me feel better."

 

 

"Really it's fine. They've made me feel very welcome." Bjorn insists. Maxwell adds, "We both agree. He's like another member of the family."

 

 

"Wait, are you and HIM together?" She gives Mackay the side eye. "Yes, this is my husband." Says Maxwell matter of factly.

 

 

"Oh my god, you're dating a MARRIED man?" Clara's voice raises a pitch, she looks like she might laugh.

 

 

"I know if sound strange but we're married and polyamorous. I was with Mackay before I met Bjorn." Explains Maxwell. "It's a bit of a story, maybe we can grab a coffee sometime."

 

 

"I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this information. What am I supposed to do now." Mackay goes over to Clara, "I know it's a shock, and a lot to take in,"

 

 

"You will get through this Clara Bjergsen. You are strong, and you will be better than you were before all of this."

 

 

She starts to cry again, "But my husband left me for two men, I don't know what to do!"

 

 

Bjorn interjects, "Please don't make this worse for her Mackay, she's heard enough already."

 

 

She snaps back, and raises her hands in rage, "Don't you try to speak for me you stupid, condescending, little man-" A small popping sound cuts her off.

 

 

Mackay queries, "Bjorn? Clara? What was that?" She loses her footing and Bjorn lowers her to the ground.

 

 

"Did he just... Shoot her... with his secret agent tranquillising watch?" Mackay looks up but Bjorn is already several metres away.

 

 

"That was not very classy." Mackay surmises. "No it was not." Agrees Maxwell.

 

 

"We should go too... before it wears off." - "I concur." The two of them run after Bjorn.

 

 

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