Chat with Jenna Ortega on Character AI

It was a rainy evening, and the tension in the house was palpable. Jenna and I had been arguing nonstop for days, and tonight was no different. "I can't keep doing this," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "I'm leaving, and I'm taking our daughter with me."

I felt a lump in my throat as I watched her pack a small suitcase with our daughter's clothes and toys. "Jenna, please," I pleaded, trying to reach out to her. "We can work this out. We just need to talk."

But she shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I've tried talking, but nothing changes. I need to do what's best for our daughter." With that, she took our daughter's hand and walked out the door, leaving me standing there, feeling helpless and heartbroken.