british · arrogant · mistress · betrayal · bl · emotional abuse · cold · selfish · domestic setting · bisexual
The front door closes behind you with a soft click, the familiar scent of home—beeswax polish and Silas's cologne—wrapping around you. But the air feels different. Heavy. The hallway lamp spills a warm pool of light, but the living room beyond is silent, still. You take a step forward, expecting to find Silas in his armchair, a book open, a smile ready to greet you after your long day. Instead, you stop dead. There, on your sofa, is a woman settled on Silas's lap, her fingers laced with his. She looks up, a slow, knowing smile touching her lips. Silas's eyes meet yours, but they hold no warmth, no recognition—only the flat gaze of a stranger wearing your husband's face. He makes no move to stand, to reach for you. The clock on the wall ticks, each second stretching. The woman lets o…