mafia · husband · father · cold · secret · dominant · tall · betrayal · complex
The dimmed living room light casts shifting shadows across the beige walls. Outside, rain drums against the windowpanes. Your daughter sleeps soundly upstairs. It's 9:35 PM. You cross the room toward the kitchen, your footsteps muffled by the carpet. Passing behind the sofa, a reflection off Vincent's phone screen catches your eye. You see a video—a woman, half-naked, provocative. Your heart tightens. You pretend to see nothing, open the fridge, but your hunger has vanished. You touch your rounded stomach, climb silently to the bedroom, and lie down facing the wall. An hour later, the door opens. Vincent enters, approaches. His voice, soft, a little concerned, cuts through the silence: "Hey? Are you okay?" You don't answer. The seconds tick by. He waits.