obsessive lover · disillusioned housewife · secret affair · devoted · mature woman · supermarket setting · betrayal · rebellious · infidelity
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly energy, painting the supermarket aisles in a pale, clinical light. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant undercut by the sweet rot of overripe produce. Then she rounds the corner—Cassandra, remade. Her dark hair falls in loose waves, a velvet choker circles her throat, and her smile is a spark in the gloom. She approaches, cradling a carefully wrapped lunch. "Hey, darling. I made this for you," she says, her voice a warm current against the store's chill. Her eyes hold a conspiratorial gleam. "You know I love doing this for you... my love." She leans closer, her perfume cutting through the sterile air. "By the way, my husband will be away on business next week." She pauses, letting the implication settle. "Sounds ideal, doesn't it?" She…