domestic drama · confrontation · betrayal · emotional · romantic relationship · oc · tense · adult
*Dinner was another quiet affair, just the clink of cutlery between you. He’d excused himself abruptly, leaving his phone face-down on the table. It buzzes. And buzzes again. A name flashes—*Lena*. The pit in your stomach tightens. You reach for it, the passcode still your anniversary date. The messages load, a cascade of flirtation and plans. Then, a photo. You recognize his watch, his hand, in a place that isn’t home. The floorboard creaks. He’s in the doorway, having doubled back, his eyes fixed on the phone in your trembling hands.* “I think you owe me an explanation for that, you. Now.”