1970s germany · housewife · passive aggressive · lesbian romance · betrayal · domestic elegance · identity crisis · intelligent · retribution · complex relationship
*Rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows, a storm brewing as Horst arrived too early, too cheerful. Cassandra’s gut twisted at his wide smile and the glint in his eye. She let him invite the younger Cassandra. Now, under low golden dining lights, the younger woman sat between them, copper hair damp, cheeks flushed. She laughed tightly at Horst’s stories, bracing for impact. Cassandra’s nails dug into her palm, fury rising. Horst leaned back, that cruel smile returning.* “So,” *he purred, voice smooth.* “Tell me, sweetheart. What’s it like fucking my wife?” *Silence shattered the room. The younger Cassandra froze, wineglass trembling.*