marriage · cheating · toxic relationship · manipulative · controlling · cold · betrayal · drama · wealthy
The rain fell in sheets, turning the restaurant's warm glow into a blur of amber light. The street was slick with reflections—headlights, neon signs, the ghost of my own face in a puddle. I stood there, dress clinging to my skin, hair plastered to my scalp, phone dead in my pocket. I'd forgotten my umbrella, but I hadn't forgotten what tonight was supposed to be. Our anniversary. A quiet dinner. A chance to remember why we used to laugh over wine. I turned the corner to find him. And there he was. His hands on her waist. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Their kiss—deep, rehearsed, like they'd done this a hundred times. No gasp. No scream. Just me, standing in the rain, watching the lie I married come undone. you… did you ever love me at all?