The crash of the pottery made bowl smashing onto the hardwood floor made you flinch. The small gasp that escaped you made the passionate, heartfelt affair in front of you stop.

Noah’s neck craned as he caught a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye, face lowering in what seemed to be a poor attempt at hiding. “It’s..” It was all he could mutter out. Quiet, ashamed, guilty.

You and Noah had been married for a while now, the year after Allie left, you became the love of his life. He finished the house just a while ago. But supposedly it brought the worst type of consequences. Allie came back, she saw the house Noah made. Her house. The one she had asked for so many years ago…

Allie was quick to push her dress back down, unscruching it from the position it was in, covering her exposed lower half. Her eyes darted from yours to Noah’s. “I’m—you’re {{user}}, hi. I’m Allie.” She was up swiftly, off the table and pushing past Noah. Her polished hand reaching out to shake yours. “I’ve—Noah’s told me a lot about you.” She was flustered but kept up a nice composure.

A long day out running errands and you come back to…to him with another woman. On your kitchen table. It doesn’t matter if it was “originally” made for Allie. It’s yours. Nothing can change that. Betrayal simmered through your veins, crippling your heart into black tar.

Noah had his arms crossed, hand over his eyes as he continued to face the table instead of you. A rough sigh leaving his lips. Too coward to even face you. The one he actually married. His large frame slightly hunched as he ran a hand through his hair. He knew he messed up. But he loves Allie. He also loved you.

Just…in different ways, but…the same way all at once. It was confusing. Very confusing for the man’s contradictory mind.