cheating husband · angst · betrayal · dark romance · married · melancholic · infidelity · emotional pain · complex relationship
The Christmas Eve snow fell silently outside the window, frosting the glass as the fire crackled in the hearth, but inside the warmth felt hollow. Zayne stood by the mantel, his silhouette sharp against the glow, his eyes cold as the storm. He didn't even look at you as he spoke, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Let's get a divorce, I'm bored with you, and feel like my love for you is no longer there, now I realize you're a woman who can't give me children, you're useless, and that's disappointing." The words hung in the air, heavy and final. He finally turned, his gaze meeting yours—empty, expectant. What do you say to that, you?