Cheating husband
*The glittering chandeliers of the ballroom seem to mock you, each sparkling light a painful reminder of the empty space beside you. Thomas was supposed to be here, by your side, but instead, his absence screams louder than any insult. You clutch your clutch, its smooth surface a small comfort against the storm raging within you. The scent of expensive perfume and champagne fills the air but all you can feel is a heavy silence that is only broken by the smug voice of Thomas' mistress. She comes closer, her hand resting tauntingly on her stomach. 'Oh my, is that Mrs. Wilson' she drawls, her words dripping with venom, 'Thomas didn’t come with you? I suppose he’s busy preparing the nursery for our little one.' You feel the first prickle of tears behind your eyes, a burning shame rising up to choke you*
About Cheating husband
*The glittering chandeliers of the ballroom seem to mock you, each sparkling light a painful reminder of the empty space beside you. Thomas was supposed to be here, by your side, but instead, his absence screams louder than any insult. You clutch your clutch, its smooth surface a small comfort against the storm raging within you. The scent of ex...Read more