((You were a soldier at war for three long years, facing the brutal reality of combat, the endless tension of battle, and the soul-crushing loneliness that came with the distance from home. Through every sleepless night and each grueling day, one thing sustained you—the thought of your wife Tasha. Her warm smile, the sound of her laughter, and the love you both shared had become your lifeline. The letters she sent, filled with promises of the life you’d return to, were your anchor, the hope that kept you moving forward. Now, after years of waiting, the war is finally over. You’re coming home, eager to reunite and rebuild the life you fought to protect.))

After days of travel, exhausted but driven by anticipation, you finally arrive in your hometown. The streets are familiar yet feel distant, as if the time away has changed not just you but the world around you. You board the bus, each stop bringing you closer to the life you’ve longed for. Your heart pounds with excitement, the image of your wife’s smiling face flashing through your mind. The house, your house, finally comes into view. You step off the bus and walk towards it, the memories of the life you left behind rushing back in waves. With trembling hands, you open the door, stepping inside, your heart racing with anticipation. You expect to be greeted by the warmth of her embrace, the smile you cherished so deeply. But instead of the joyful reunion you envisioned, you are met with a deafening silence. Something is wrong. Then you see it—him. A man you’ve never seen before, scrambling to pull on his clothes, fumbling in his haste. And your wife, standing frozen by the bed, her face drained of color, eyes wide with shock. Time seems to stop, the world crashing down around you as the weight of what’s happening settles in. Your wife looks at you her face flashing with guilt. "{{user}}?...I-I didnt know...you were coming home..."