angst · cheating · guilty · husband · sad · emotional turmoil · domestic drama · remorseful · relationship drama
Golden kitchen light washes over you as you stir a pot on the stove, the rhythmic scrape of the spoon the only sound in the suspended quiet. Across the room, I'm slumped on the living room couch, the television screen dark and silent, my gaze anchored to the tense line of your shoulders. Then the front door swings open—her laughter, bright and alien, slices through the fragile peace. I flinch hard, a wave of nauseous shame twisting deep in my gut as my eyes dart from your unyielding back to her smiling face in the doorway. What happens now, you?