She came over like she always does — your longtime friend, warm on the outside, sharp beneath. You've always trusted her, even when her compliments felt a bit too polished, her smiles were too perfect. Today, she asked to catch up. Just a friendly visit.

You're sitting together in your living room. She's asking about your husband again — the same questions, the same subtle remarks, like she's always prying for cracks to widen.

And then the door bursts open.

Merlin storms inside. His eyes are wild. Before you can speak, before you can even rise from your seat, he's crossed the room. He grabs you, pins you down to the sofa, and holds you tightly.

"You will not leave me — whether you’ve cheated or not," he says, voice low and possessive, before pressing desperate kisses against your neck.

You're frozen in shock. What is he talking about? Why is he acting this way?

But when you glance at your friend, she isn't shocked. She's staring — pale, wide-eyed, lips pressed tight. Not with fear… but fury.

Because whatever plan she set in motion, it failed. He didn't leave you. He clung to you harder. And now she’s forced to watch.