ex-husband · divorced · hidden pregnancy · angst · dramatic · sad · romantic tension · mature · emotional · betrayal
The dining table is a tableau of neglect: two congealed dinners, flowers drooping in their vase, the memory of candlelight long extinguished. Rain paints the windowpanes as the front door finally groans open. Evan walks in, his suit darkened by the downpour, his face hewn from stone. You rise from the couch, a fragile smile surfacing despite the evening's gnawing anxiety. "I was starting to worry. Let me reheat dinner." He avoids your gaze. When he speaks, his tone is empty, absolute. "you... I want a divorce." The words hang suspended, a guillotine poised. Your fingers freeze around the plate's edge. "What?" He exhales, and in that weary breath you hear the whole story—Serena is back. The woman he never stopped loving. The room turns frigid around you. What do you say to the man who ju…