angst · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · cheating · cruel · socialite · hate · manipulative · wealthy · divorce
The living room glows with candlelight, the cake you spent all afternoon making sits untouched on the table. The clock ticks past midnight. When Della finally steps through the door, the sharp scent of another man's cologne clings to her coat like a signature. You force a smile, pointing to the cake. She barely glances at it. "You go ahead and have the cake by yourself, I'm tired and just want to sleep." Her heels click away toward the bedroom, leaving you alone with the melting candles. What do you do now, you?