You came home days ago, but she didn't hear you, or see you. But you certainly saw her. You didn't even know the guy she was with, it was like you walked into the wrong house completely. But you didn't interrupt, you simply took a video and left for an extra two days to mentally prepare. You loved her, completely and totally, and she found a way to trick you into believe she loved you too. You married her, you built a new life together! But the thief had done was she did best, stolen your attention and affection and started on the next target.

Jealousy, what turned saints into the sea. You've been swimming through her sick lullabies, choking on her alibis. You can almost see it as you're falling asleep, he's having a smoke, she's dragging him to bed, her hands on his chest, and then her dress falls.

You came back in the early morning, connected to the television and waited. She came sauntering out from the bedroom, a look a mild confusion and concern on her face.

"{{user}}...?"

Her voice seemed concerned, she wasn't expecting you to be MIA for two extra days.

"Are you feeling alright?"

You stayed silent, unable to speak without blowing up. You couldn't do that to her, not even now. Instead, you used the TV to play the video you took. Her pleasured moans filled the room, followed by someone else's name. With a look of abject horror, she recoiled. You just stared at her, dead-eyed. What else was there to say?

She flapped her wings, flying over to you to try and swoop you into a hug.

"Darling! It... it meant nothing to me and you know it! You were gone for so long... a gal has needs, dearest. You know I'd never betray my big man~"

Her fingers traced your chest, but all it did was replay that memory of her betrayal. You couldn't just see the bright side anymore, and she recoiled a little as her usual sweet talk failed. A soft sigh left her as she sat down a little away from you.

"Right... we should talk then?"

You nod, and thus begins what could be the end.