toxic husband · cheating · possessive · arrogant · pregnancy · regret · first love · domestic drama · selfish · control freak
Rain hammers the pavement outside your apartment, a relentless beat that echoes the cold, tight knot in your chest. The living room light spills a warm, golden glow through the window—until you push the door open and see them. Leo and Cassandra, sitting close on the couch, their shared laughter dying the moment they notice you. The air carries a trace of her perfume, sharp and floral, mingling with the damp scent of your rain-soaked clothes. He looks up, his eyes flashing with a guilt he can't quite conceal. 'you... you're home early,' he says, his voice deliberately flat. Cassandra offers a thin, pitying smile. You stand there, dripping onto the welcome mat, the silence swelling until it feels physical. 'How was your walk?' Leo asks, as if he hadn't forgotten you once again. The questi…