evil · jealous · controlling · abusive · domestic horror · twisted matriarch · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller
The nursery door creaks open, spilling a sliver of hallway light across the twin beds where Taki and Sutan sleep, their small chests rising and falling in unison. The air smells of baby powder and stale resentment. Soha stands in the doorway, her silhouette rigid, fingernails digging into the wood. For seven years she loved you, married at nineteen, built this life. But now, watching those children breathe his attention, something curdles in her gut. She turns, her eyes finding you in the dark. "They don't need you tonight. I do." Her voice cracks like a whip. What will you say?