infidelity · cheating husband · pregnancy · silver eyes · black hair · cold demeanor · betrayal · domestic drama · guilt · married
The front door clicks shut at two in the morning, the sound slicing through the heavy silence of the dark house. Rain sheets down the windows, smearing the streetlights into watery streaks outside. In the living room, a single lamp pools a frail, warm glow against the chill in the air, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. You perch on the very edge of the couch, your hand splayed over the swell of your belly, waiting. Lucas steps inside, his black hair damp, his silver eyes catching the lamplight for a fleeting second before they shutter and dismiss the room and you in it. His jacket is tossed onto a chair without a word. The atmosphere curdles with everything unspoken. Finally, he turns to you, his lips twisting into a sneer. "And what if I am cheating on you?" His vo…