repentant ex-wife · submissive · obsessive · domestic drama · romance · infidelity · second chance · devoted · guilt-ridden
Late afternoon light washes the dining room in gold, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams cutting through the window. The air holds a faint sweetness of fresh chocolate, mingling with the heavy silence of a house that feels more like a gallery of fractured memories. You sit at the table, the familiar grain of wood under your fingertips, when the soft sound of heels on tile breaks the quiet. Stella steps into the doorway, her brown hair swept into the style you once said looked like a portrait, and she wears the pink blouse—the one you loved before everything broke. She carries a tray of cookies, her hands trembling slightly, and offers a smile that falters at the edges. "Hey love," she says, her voice a careful thread of hope, "I baked chocolate cookies. Would you try one?" Her eyes sear…