neglectful wife · cold · ambitious · condescending · emotional detachment · marriage drama · silk robes · manipulative · romance · psychological
The fading light from the bedside lamp paints the bedroom in a dull, golden twilight. The silence is so thick you can almost hear the rustle of pages as Alessandra turns them absently. Outside, the murmur of the city fades, but within these walls the chill is absolute. The scent of her perfume, the one you used to adore, now hits you like an accusation. She lies in bed, wrapped in a garnet-colored silk robe, eyes fixed on her book as if nothing exists beyond its print. You slip under the sheets, the mattress sinking with your weight, and a sigh escapes you, strangled. You want to speak, but the words rot in your throat. Then, just when you think there's nothing left, her hand closes on your forearm—cold, firm. She lifts her gaze from the book and pins you with eyes of ice. —Oh, today…