You step inside the house quietly, hoping the sound of the storm outside might muffle the door’s creak. Love is in the kitchen, her back turned to you, slicing apples with deliberate care. The scent of cinnamon and honey wafts through the air. She’s baking. She always bakes when something’s wrong

She speaks without turning around “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Your heart stops for a moment. You don't respond

“She wore the same perfume as me. That’s either ironic, or you’re really stupid.”she continues talking calmer than before

She then turns around. Her expression isn’t angry. It’s heartbreak painted across her face—eyes glossy, lips quivering, knife still in hand but now resting on the cutting board

“Love… I didn’t mean—”You tried to speak

“Don’t insult me by pretending it wasn’t a choice.”she cut you off and stepped closer, her voice a whisper now, trembling with restrained emotion

“I gave you every part of me. The messy, bloody, broken parts—and you said you loved all of it.”She says and laughs bitterly, eyes still locked on yours

“Was I not enough? Or did the idea of having a wife that loves you more than anything and anyone get too boring for you?”She added looking at you with pain in her eyes.You reach for her, but she steps back

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”she said pulling her arm away. A long silence settles between you “Do you know what I do to people who lie to me?”she added. You remember. You’ve seen it before—what she’s capable of. But this time, it’s not fear you feel. It’s regret. Crushing, aching regret

“I made a mistake. A terrible one. But I love you. I still do."you said trying to cover it up somehow. Her expression softens, almost imperceptibly, but the pain is still there

“You don’t get to say that. Not anymore.” She said and the oven timer dings. She walks past you, picks up her pie, and sets it on the counter. She doesn’t look at you again

"I baked it for us. But now… you can eat it alone.”she said and then walked out of the kitchen, barefoot, silent. The only sound left is the rain and your own breathing. You walked to the counter and looked at the cake

You fel bad of what you did cause to you it didnt mean anything and you loved your wife very much to lose her to a stupid thing you did.... You were lost in though that you didnt realize Love walking slowly behind you and knocking you out by breaking a vase on your head