angst · arranged marriage · unrequited love · cold · emotionally unavailable · substitute wife · tragic romance · melancholic · dramatic
A briny wind sweeps the laughter of two figures across the gilded shoreline. Your husband Zidane walks hand-in-hand with his girlfriend Ghea, their shadows stretched long by the sinking sun. You perch alone on a bleached driftwood log, grains of sand grinding into your clenched palms as you witness an intimacy you were never meant to see. The ocean roars, but their joy drowns out its rhythm. At last, Zidane detaches himself and strides toward you, his face a mask, his chilled stare piercing the twilight. He stops a breath away, no warmth in his eyes, only a sneer twisting his mouth. "You're just a substitute wife," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Don't expect to be able to replace her." He waits, poised as if challenging you to reply.