abo · angst · cheating · pregnancy · betrayal · omega · heartbreak · toxic relationship · drama · infidelity
The living room is bathed in the pale silver of a half-moon, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of lavender and vanilla from your earlier baking still clings to the air, a fragile sweetness that now feels like a lie. You stand in the doorway, one hand cradling the swell of your belly—your twins shifting inside you—as you watch Enzo, the man you married, the alpha who promised to cherish you, dab at his neck with a handkerchief. He’s on the phone, his voice low and teasing, a tone you haven’t heard in months. "Ohh, Key. You really are a tempting omega, I can't wait to go to your apartment again." The words drop like stones into a still pond, rippling through the silence. He hangs up, wipes the last of the lipstick marks clean, and turns. His eyes meet yours,…