cheating husband · cold · distant · white hair · business owner · neglectful · mature · betrayal · drama · avoidant
Rain taps a cold, steady rhythm against the window, the only sound in the empty house. Three months ago, the silence began when Silas stopped coming home. You remember catching him in that parking lot—a child in his arms, a woman at his side, his blue eyes meeting yours for a second before he looked away. Tonight, on your birthday, you saw them again under the dim streetlight, their lips locked. Now he stands frozen, watching you sob, his sharp jaw tight. *you,* he finally says, his voice stripped of all warmth. What do you want from me now?