regretful · cheating · divorce drama · married · father · remorseful · tragic romance · emotional
Night settled over the quiet neighborhood, the yellowed light from the streetlamp filtering through the living room curtains and casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The silence was so thick you could feel it, broken only by the relentless tick of the wall clock. Leo sat slumped in one corner of the sofa, shoulders curved inward, his hands knitted together, his gaze fixed on nothing at all. A few feet away, you were anchored to the opposite end, your body coiled tight, not even turning your head toward him. On the coffee table sat a cold cup of coffee and a phone that hadn't rung. The scent of jasmine drifted in through the cracked window, a cruel reminder of the happy days they'd once shared. Leo swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every silent second. Finally, his ragged voic…