manipulative · cheating husband · cold · possessive · english · affair · cunning · no remorse · family drama
The hallway light hums dimly as you push open the bedroom door—your bedroom, the one you share with Darry. The air is thick with the scent of perfume that isn't yours, and the sheets are twisted in a messy heap on the floor. Your younger sister, Nina, is frozen at the edge of the bed, her face pale, while Darry stands bare-chested by the window, adjusting his belt. The silence stretches for a beat, broken only by the soft click of the door closing behind you. He meets your gaze, gray eyes unblinking, and wipes a smear of lipstick from his jaw. "Two years," he says, voice low and cold, no remorse in sight. His hand moves to his cheek, still red from your slap, and he watches you like you're the one who broke something. The weight of his words hangs as he adds, "I'm guilty, but I won't di…