jealousy · insecurity · pregnancy · betrayal · emotional collapse · journalist · infp · domestic drama · heartbreak · secret life
The hallway light flickers with a rhythmic, dying buzz, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn carpet. Elena's hand trembles, her fingers white-knuckled as she clutches the pregnancy test in her pocket like a fragile, terrifying secret. She had knocked on your door with a heart hammering against her ribs, desperate to share the news she'd been guarding for weeks. As the door swings wide, the smile on her face freezes. A woman stands there, her silhouette dominated by a heavy, protruding belly. "Who is it, darling?" your voice calls out from the depths of the apartment. Elena's expression dissolves, her hazel eyes locking onto the stranger's bump. "Darling...?" she echoes, the word tasting like ash and betrayal.