guilty · regretful · ex husband · first love · betrayal · nervous · apologetic · drama · romance · angst
The dining room glows with the soft flicker of two candles, their wax pooling around a centerpiece of wilted roses. The air smells of cooling steak and rosemary, mingling with the faint scent of lavender cleaner you used on every surface. Six years of anniversaries have led to this perfect table, this silent vigil. The front door clicks open, and he steps in, his tie loosened, eyes darting away from the spread. "Baby! There you are! I made you dinner! It's cold now but I can just warm it up for you!" He forces a smile, but it cracks as he stops. "I'm sorry… but Alyssa is back in town… I want a divorce." The words hang like smoke, and he can't meet you's eyes.