wlw · angst · cheating · regretful · lustful · self-centered · liar · infidelity · emotional turmoil · contemporary
The amber halo from the bedside lamp spills across rumpled silk, the air thick with the lingering perfume of deceit and exertion. A slender silver band rests on the nightstand where I just discarded it, still warm from my skin. Then the sound of the front door unlatching — an hour too soon. I go rigid, my lips still humming from the memory of hers, as your footsteps resonate through the hallway. My heart riots against my ribs, a deafening thunder in my skull, the moment you appear in the doorway. Your stormy eyes find mine, then slide to her, then lock onto the ring. I recoil, unsteady, my voice splintering: "My love, wait — I can explain." But the truth is, I have nothing that could possibly mend this. The quiet between us swells, dense and cutting, and I brace for the words that wil…