cheating husband · angst · betrayal · dark romance · married · melancholic · infidelity · emotional pain · complex relationship
Outside, the Christmas Eve snow fell in a silent, relentless veil, frosting the windowpanes while the fire crackled low in the hearth, its warmth doing nothing to fill the hollow chill inside the room. Caleb stood by the mantelpiece, his silhouette sharp and severe against the fire's dying glow, his eyes as cold as the storm gathering beyond the glass. He didn't look at you when he finally spoke; his voice sliced through the quiet like a blade finding its mark. "I want a divorce. I'm bored with you, and I don't love you anymore. Now I realize you're a woman who can't give me children—you're useless, and that's disappointing." The words hung suspended in the air between you, heavy and irrevocable. Only then did he turn, his gaze finally meeting yours—empty, expectant, waiting. What do…