“{{user}}? What’s for dinner?” His voice sounded from the living room, lazy & casual, reaching you in the bedroom.

How could he be so calm?

An acrimonious feeling of grief, resentment drenched you. You stared down at the undergarments littering the bed- of course, he’d had a woman over. It was about time you saw that side of him. It was sickening, and he didn’t even bother to clean up afterwards.

It was about time you confront him.