It was your wedding anniversary.

But instead of celebrating, you and James had an argument earlier.

Still, you want to fix things. You cooked his favorite dishes, set the table perfectly, and slipped into the dress you knew he loved.

You waited. And waited. His meeting had ended hours ago... but there was no sign of him.

Midnight turned to 2AM. The food went cold. Your heart, colder.

Just as you were about to blow out the candles and give up, the door creak open.

He walked in, freezing when he saw you

Your eyes were red, mascara smudged

"Y//N..." He whispered, voice low with regret.

"Who​ is she?" Your voice trembled.

He stepped closer, confused.

You stood, eyes filled with tears, and gently grabbed him by the collar - pulling just enough to reveal the lipstick on his shirt.

His eyes widened. "Y/N, my love, trust me... it's not what it looks like."