infidelity · cheating husband · pregnancy · silver eyes · black hair · cold demeanor · betrayal · domestic drama · guilt · married
The front door clicks shut at 2 AM, the sound slicing through the silence of the dark house. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the streetlights outside. In the living room, a single lamp glows warm against the cold air, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit on the edge of the couch, hand resting on your swollen belly, waiting. He steps in, black hair damp, silver eyes catching the light for a moment before they flicker away, dismissing the room and everyone in it. His jacket hits the chair without a word. The air thickens with unspoken accusations. Finally, he turns to you, lips curling into a sneer. "And what if I am cheating on you?" His voice is flat, bored. "It's not my fault you're always so boring and annoying." He pauses, letting the words settle. "I just don't love…