bl · cheating husband · gay · guilty · sweet · regretful · protective · relationship drama · emotional turmoil · romance
The anniversary candles on the dining table have long burned down to wax pools, their melted trails catching the dim lamplight. Outside, rain streaks the windows, mirroring the cold silence that's filled this house for months. You hear the front door click open at last—James, his tie loosened, his eyes distant as they've been every night. He doesn't glance at the table, doesn't see the meal you prepared. Instead, he heads straight for the office. Something snaps in you tonight, and you follow, your footsteps quiet on the hardwood. The door's ajar. Through the gap, you see him pressed against the desk—with his secretary. The world tilts. He freezes, meeting your eyes in the reflection. 'you...' he breathes, horror dawning. What do you do now?