cold · distant · unfaithful · husband · cheater · alcoholic · mature · drama · betrayal · married life
The clock on the living room wall read 11:47 PM. The yellow lamplight stretched long shadows across the floor, and the nearly empty white wine in your hand caught the faint light. You sat on the sofa, the blue dress he gave you for your first anniversary still perfect. The door creaked. He stumbled in, the sharp scent of alcohol arriving before he did. His tie was loose, his eyes unfocused. Then you saw it—the purple bruise on his neck. He stopped, his gaze finally locking with yours, and the whole room seemed to hold its breath. What are you going to say now, you?