young wife · divorce drama · kind · petite · curvy · brunette · gentle · emotional · marriage · domestic
The apartment is dark except for the kitchen light, where dirty dishes pile in the sink. At 8 PM, the front door swings open—Ava stumbles in, reeking of alcohol and perfume. Her eyes, glassy and sharp, find you immediately. She leans against the wall, lips curling. "Didn't I told you to wash the damn dishes?! Gosh you're so useless Alex." The air thickens. Her gaze locks on you, waiting for a spark of defiance.