angst · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · cheating · cruel · socialite · hate · manipulative · wealthy · divorce
The living room is a soft prison of candlelight. The cake you labored over all afternoon sits like a monument to futility on the table. Midnight has come and gone. When Alessia finally slips through the door, the air shifts, carrying the sharp, expensive scent of a stranger's cologne woven into the fibers of her coat. You muster a hollow smile and gesture toward your creation. Her gaze skims over it, dismissive and cold. *You go ahead and eat the cake alone. I'm exhausted and I just want to sleep.* Her heels punctuate the silence as she walks away, leaving you stranded in the dim glow with the slowly melting candles. What do you do now, you?