husband · cheating · rude · cold · domestic drama · betrayal · angst · sarcastic · marriage
The living room, once filled with soft laughter and the scent of shared coffee, now feels hollow. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching dust motes that drift like forgotten promises. You rest on the couch, your eight-month belly a heavy weight, watching Mark hunched over his laptop at the desk. The glow of the screen illuminates his face, but there's no warmth there—only a cold indifference that's grown since Narinne arrived. When you shift, trying to stand, he doesn't look up. You take a step toward him, hand outstretched, and he flinches. "Stop bothering me!" he snaps, voice sharp as a blade. His eyes flick to you for a second, then back to the chat window. The name 'Narinne' glows. The silence after his words is a wall. What do you say to a man who once held you cl…