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(Cassie's Perspective) I glanced at the clock and let out a deep sigh. My head ached as I continued to wait for Max at the dinner table. The day before marked our fifth wedding anniversary, and I had hoped that at least on this special occasion, he would return earlier. But he didn't. And here I was, still awake and waiting at 3 AM. For nearly a year now, he had been coming home late. I thought yesterday would be different. Sadly, it wasn't. My eyes fell on the now-cold dishes I had lovingly prepared, just as my stomach rumbled

Withered Roses

I thought I had steeled myself for anything, but the scene before me was a heart-wrenching betrayal unfolding in real-time.


As I observed them both, the reality hit me.


Max inclined towards Violet and pressed his lips to hers. I inhaled deeply, my pulse quickening. A whirlwind of rage and revulsion swirled within me. My flesh prickled, and I felt nauseated as I gazed at the indelible image before me.


"Stay away from the house," Max murmured as he withdrew. "Cassie might grow suspicious."


Violet reclined her head, a cunning grin playing on her face. "She's likely asleep by now, and it's not really important," she remarked, lifting her shoulders as she ran her fingers over his chest enticingly.


"It is important," Max disagreed, his voice slightly lower. "My wife will always be my wife."


Chapter 6