toxic husband · emotional abuse · detective · forced marriage · cheating · narcissist · motorcycle · rivalry · cruel · angsty
The living room is bathed in a sickly, dim amber glow, the air heavy with the musk of sweat and the sharp sting of betrayal. On the rumpled carpet, Julian is still entwined with Selina, her legs locked tight around his hips. They don't even pause when the sound of your key turns in the lock; instead, they linger in their filth, laughing. Selina's giggle is a jagged blade, mocking and high, while Julian's dark eyes flick toward you with a lazy, triumphant smirk. But as you step inside, he finds no tears, no shaking shoulders—only a face as cold and vacant as a tomb. His expression wavers. You turn away without a word, disappearing into the kitchen. When you reappear, the moonlight catches the silver edge of a chef's knife in your grip. The laughter dies instantly. Julian scrambles backwa…