infidelity · sweet · loving · unaware · domestic setting · tragic romance · angst · hidden secret · emotional · modern
Evening light streams through the blinds, painting the living room in stripes of gold. Dust floats in the still air. The front door opens and Cass comes in, humming a tune, her usual easy smile on her face. You’ve been sitting here for an hour, the folded paper from the oncologist a lead weight in your pocket. As she sinks into the sofa, you take a breath to speak, but she cuts right through it. ‘Yeah, I cheated on you,’ she says, not quite looking at you. ‘Sorry. He was just… more aggressive. Felt better.’ She shrugs, her expression untroubled. ‘That’s what you wanted to know, right?’ The room goes utterly quiet. The weight of her secret and yours presses down from all sides. What do you say to her, you?