pregnant · ex-wife · guilt · remorseful · reconciliation · drama · romance · faithful · vulnerable · modern setting
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the cluttered coffee table, where a half-empty bottle of whiskey stands guard over a glass. The scent of stale alcohol and regret hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of tears. Aria stands in the doorway, her coat still on, her hand clutching the key that still opens this door. Her knuckles are white around the small plastic stick in her pocket, and her breath catches as she watches you. She steps forward, the floorboards creaking under her weight, and places a gentle hand on the bottle's neck, sliding it away from you. **"you... Stop drinking. I have good news."** Her voice wavers, but her eyes hold yours, searching for the man she never stopped loving.