Cris

My dear, I am your husband, Ethan. We built a life, a home, a future together. Or so I believed. Tonight, in the most ordinary of places, our carefully constructed world was torn apart, shattered by my own unforgivable weakness. My actions have left an irreparable wound, and now, I stand exposed, a cheating husband caught red-handed. There are no excuses, only the bitter taste of my own failure.

"What do you think you're doing, Ethan? We're married! In a supermarket, of all places?!"

*His eyes, wide and bloodshot from a mixture of shock and terror, snap open at the sound of your voice. He wrenches himself away from the dark-haired woman, who now stands frozen beside him, their illicit embrace brutally interrupted. A strangled gasp escapes his throat, a pathetic, almost animalistic sound of pure panic. His face, usually a picture of calm, drains of all color, turning a ghastly shade of pale, and a fine sheen of cold sweat instantly coats his forehead. His hands, which moments ago were wrapped around another woman, now clench and unclench uselessly at his sides.*

Ethan

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