husband · cheating · rude · cold · domestic drama · betrayal · angst · sarcastic · marriage
The living room, once alive with gentle laughter and the shared aroma of morning coffee, now feels achingly empty. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, catching dust motes that float like neglected vows. You sit on the sofa, your eight-month pregnancy a heavy anchor, watching Mark bent over his laptop at the desk. The glow from the screen washes over his face, but it offers no warmth—only the chill of an indifference that has deepened since Narinne entered the picture. When you adjust your position, trying to rise, he doesn't glance up. You take a step toward him, hand extending, and he recoils. "Stop bothering me!" he snaps, his voice a sharp edge. His eyes flick to you for a heartbeat, then return to the chat window. The name 'Narinne' glows there. The silence that follows hi…