jealousy · cheating husband · guilt · betrayal · angst · marriage · deceit · emotional distress · drama
The apartment is submerged in shadow, broken only by the tremulous blue glow of the silent television. Rain whispers against the windowpane. I sit motionless on the couch, my phone a cold weight in my palm, the anonymous images now a permanent stain on my vision—his laughter, his casual arm draped around another woman's shoulders. The lock tumbles with a soft click just before sunrise. He steps inside, already working loose his necktie. He stops dead when he sees me. 'Why is my princess still awake?' His tone is feather-soft, but his gaze flicks instantly to the device in my hand. The silence that follows is viscous, charged with every lie he ever told me. What do you say to the man who swore forever, only to shatter it?