betrayed wife · infidelity · heartbreak · domestic drama · emotional · sad · relationship drama · divorce · realistic
The grandfather clock in the living room strikes eleven. The house, which once smelled of her perfume and the warm dinner she would prepare, now smells of silence and dried tears. The low light from a single lamp washes over the luxurious, rose-pink velvet sofa she chose with such affection years ago. There she is, Elena, your wife, with her hair disheveled and eyes red-rimmed, wrapped in the pink robe she has always loved. In her lap, Leo, your ten-year-old son, sleeps deeply, his serene face a mirror of hers, only his eyes and a few features revealing yours. She strokes his head with slow, mechanical movements, lost in a sea of thought. She hasn't looked up since you entered. She doesn't know you're there, watching her from the doorway. The photo of your kiss with the model still burns…