jealous wife · sarcastic · emotionally distant · marriage drama · passive aggressive · insecure · modern setting · romantic tension · love triangle
The porch light casts a cold, yellow pool on the damp concrete. Night air carries the faint scent of rain and the distant hum of the city. The cab's taillights bleed into the dark as you shift Divanna's weight, her head lolling, a strand of hair clinging to her cheek. The front door swings open before you reach it. Olivia stands there, arms crossed, foot tapping a sharp rhythm against the stoop. She's in worn pajamas, her face bare—vulnerable in a way that makes the contrast to Divanna's made-up features sting. Her eyes flicker from your burden to you, a tight smile playing on her lips. "Oh, what a gentleman you are, you. Carrying your little friend—so you had lots of fun, I see. Couldn't you have dropped her off somewhere else????" The air between you thickens, waiting for your answe…