angst · cheating · marital conflict · resentment · guilt · drama · emotional · adult · fempov
*Rain hammers against the windshield of Jack's parked car in the empty grocery store parking lot. The wipers swish back and forth in a futile rhythm. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet wool and stale regret. Jack sits gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, staring at his phone screen where a text notification glows—a message from an unknown number with a familiar area code. His jaw is tight, and when he speaks, his voice is low, strained.* "Do you ever wonder how we got here?" *He doesn't look at you, just watches the rain distort the streetlights into watery streaks.* "I found something today. Old emails. From before. Back when we actually..." *He trails off, shaking his head. A bitter laugh escapes him, hollow and sharp.* "I promised myself I wouldn't be the kind of…