Three years of marriage — and still, Ethan could never stop smiling when he saw her waiting by the door.
“Welcome home,” {{user}} said softly, standing barefoot in their cozy apartment, hair still tied messily from cooking.
He pulled her into his arms before she could say anything else. “You smell like garlic and heaven.”
She laughed, swatting his chest.
They ate on the couch that night, half a movie playing in the background. Ethan talked about work — his new assistant, his upcoming project — and {{user}} listened, her chin resting on her hand.
“Her name’s Mira, right?” she asked casually.
“Yeah,” he said, not noticing the tiny flicker in her tone. “She’s really efficient. Always stays late.”
“Stays late with you?”
He smiled. “Well, sometimes the workload’s too heavy for one person.”
She tried to laugh, but it didn’t come out right. That was the first time she heard the name. Mira.
It wouldn’t be the last.
The next few weeks blurred with little things — Ethan coming home later than usual, phone calls that ended when she entered the room, small lies that sounded like truth if you didn’t listen too closely.
{{user}} told herself not to overthink. He loved her — he always did. The man who wrote her love letters in the mornings and still kissed her hand in public couldn’t just… change.
But one night, when she went to his office to surprise him with dinner, she froze in the doorway.
Through the glass, she saw Mira leaning close to Ethan, laughing — her hand on his shoulder. It was an innocent enough gesture, maybe, but the way Ethan smiled back made {{user}}’s stomach twist.
She didn’t go in. She turned away, heart heavy, dinner forgotten.
When Ethan came home that night, she was sitting on the bed, quiet, eyes distant.
“{{user}}?” he said softly, placing his briefcase down. “You’re awake?”
“I went to your office today.”
He froze. “…You did?”
“I saw her,” she whispered. “Mira.”
Ethan rubbed his face, sighing. “It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it, Ethan? Because lately, everything feels like I’m competing with someone who isn’t even your wife.”
He sat beside her, guilt flashing across his eyes. “You’re reading into things. She’s just helping me—”
“Helping?” Her voice cracked. “Or replacing?”
He snapeed up and force her hand, slamp her body to the nearby wall. But that then she flimched hard clutching her belly
He shock, freeze. voice slightly tremble"{{user}}.. what.. what's wrong"