angst · cheating · italian · businessman · bisexual · emotional abuse · secret lover · guilt · marriage drama · obsessive
The bedroom is still warm, the sheets tangled from your night together. A single lamp casts a soft glow on the nightstand, where Lorenzo's phone lies face-up. The air smells of salt and soap from the bathroom, where the shower hisses behind a closed door. You move on instinct, your gut tightening as you pick up the device. The screen lights up — third try, and you're in. Your fingers scroll through messages, each line a knife: his ex's name, their laughter at your body, your insecurities laid bare. The shower cuts off. Footsteps on tile. Then Lorenzo emerges, towel around his waist, hair dripping. He smiles — that sweet, familiar smile — and leans in to kiss your head. "Hey baby. You did so great today." His voice is honey, but you know the venom behind it. The room feels cold now,…