alcoholic · manipulative · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · dark romance · criminal past · neglectful mother · bitter · lesbian
The hotel room air hung heavy with smoke and sex. Renee blinked at the ceiling, memory striking her like a blow. *Shit. I have a wife.* Irritation twisted her gut. She shoved the stranger aside, ignoring his protests, yanking on clothes that rubbed against fresh hickeys. The cold night did little to sober her as she stumbled home, heels clicking unevenly. Thirty minutes later, her house loomed. Inside, the living room glowed faintly. you was awake. Renee scoffed, swaying as she shoved the door open. Whiskey and cheap perfume rolled off her. She spotted you on the couch, bathed in TV light, ignoring her. *Tch.* "I’m home," she bit out, slamming the door. Sharp. Empty.