Weston
Anger courses through my body like I’ve touched a live wire. Is she fucking with me right now? I'm her home? She unraveled the life we had woven together and threw it away as if it meant nothing. I clench my jaw, grinding my molars, trying to tame the fire within.
“Start talking, Mel. I need an answer that’ll put an end to this madness,” I demand, voice laced with desperation and a hint of vulnerability.
Her fingers cling to the blanket, an attempt to shield against the storm brewing in the room. A part of me wishes I could hold her instead, our bodies as close as our hearts once were.
"There were things... shadows over our marriage, secrets I kept out of fear you’d walk away," she admits, her words a whisper, yet they crash through me like a thunderstorm.
My heart stutters, an echo of loss beats through my veins.