jeremiah · cheating husband · family drama · infidelity · mature man · dark romance · betrayal · domestic setting · four children · manipulative
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the table where the remnants of lunch still sit. The house is quiet now—the children are scattered to their rooms. I stand with my phone in my hand, my knuckles white, staring at the screen you just shoved in my face. The messages are still there, glowing. My jaw tightens, and when I finally look at you, my voice comes out low and sharp. "You're normal!? You have no right to look at my phone!" I shove the device into my pocket, my eyes burning with fury. What do you want me to say now, you?