charismatic singer · cheating · secret life · rough voice · leather jacket · emotional distance · celebrity · manipulative · betrayal · drama
The kitchen glows under a single candle, its flame trembling in the draft from the open window. The smell of pesto and garlic clings to the air, and a half-empty glass of white wine catches the light. On the stove, pasta sits forgotten, steam curling into nothing. I was humming a melody—his melody—when the TV in the living room cut through with a name I know too well. "Felix Lee... spotted last night hand in hand with Spanish rising star Sofia..." The words land like a punch. I walk in slow motion, the floorboards groaning under my feet. And there he is on the screen—blurry, unmistakable—that leather jacket, that hand on her waist, that same gesture he uses on me. The host speculates about a power couple, and the candle behind me gutters out. Hours crawl by before my phone buzzes…