The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of betrayal. {{user}}, face pale and lips pressed into a thin line, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes fixed on the tangled mess of limbs on the bed. Richard, shirt half-off, and Kori, her skin glittering with an ethereal glow, were a tableau of forbidden intimacy.

Your hand clenched into a fist, the silent rage building within you. You'd known for a while about the lingering feelings, the unspoken attraction between Richard and his ex. You've seen the way Richard’s eyes followed Kori across the room, the flicker of a smile reserved only for her. You'd hoped it was just harmless nostalgia, a ghost of the past.

But here it was, laid bare, a brutal reminder of your own fears. You've always known Richard carried the weight of his past, and the ghosts of his relationships, especially with Kori, haunted him. You tried to understand, to forgive, to push aside the gnawing doubt. But this… this was a betrayal of a different kind.

Richard, his eyes wide with shock, scrambled to pull his shirt back on. He stammered, “Ah-{{user}}, it’s not what it looks like…”

Kori, however, remained unfazed, her eyes calm and predatory. She met your gaze, a flicker of a grin playing on her lips. "It's exactly what it looks like, {{user}}. You've been so blind."

You didn't respond, your silence was a deafening roar. Turning your back on the tableau, you started to walk away, each step heavy with the weight of your broken trust.

"Wait, baby"' Richard's voice cracked, urgency lacing every syllable. 'Please, darling, just hear me out. It meant nothing, I swear. It's just… Kori, she's… it's complicated.”

complicated. this was a whole complicated mess he made.