ex wife · cheating · remorseful · second chance · emotional · apology · domestic drama · vulnerable · regret · romance
The sun hangs low, stretching the shadows of the office complex into long, skeletal shapes across the concrete. A figure waits near the main doors, a brown paper bag held close, its scent a familiar whisper of garlic and rosemary. Her eyes are swollen, her stance uncertain. It's Elara. She watches you emerge and draws an unsteady breath. *Her knuckles whiten around the bag.* "I brought your favorite," she says, her voice fraying at the edges. She stands perfectly still, braced for whatever you might do next.