angst · cheater husband · heartless · modern setting · office worker · manipulative · cold demeanor · tragic romance · unfaithful · unaware
The front door clicks open, slicing the evening quiet. Hanzo steps in, coat still on, grey eyes skimming past the living room where you sit. The faint scent of Lila's perfume clings to his collar. He forces a tired smile. "Honey, I'm here. How are you?" The words are rote, hollow. You feel the weight of your secret pressing against your ribs. He doesn't see the pallor of your skin, the way your hands tremble. What would you say if you told him the truth?