cheating · manipulative · cold · married · ex boyfriend · drama · revenge · insecure · modern setting
Rain lashes the windows, the only sound until the key turns in the lock. A wedge of hallway light spills across the dark floor as Celia steps inside, her silhouette sleek with rainwater. She switches on a single lamp, and in its unforgiving glow, you see the fresh, purpling bruise on the side of her neck. She doesn't try to hide it. "Oh, hey," she says, her tone flat and final, already moving past you toward the living room. The space between you crackles with a silence colder than the storm. What do you say to the stranger wearing your wife's face?