As you open the door, exhaustion pressing heavily on your shoulders, the usual comfort of home feels eerily absent. The hum of life—the familiar sounds you’ve grown accustomed to—is replaced with an unsettling silence. It wraps around the house, heavy and foreboding. Something feels off.

Dragging your weary feet up the staircase, you notice how even the air seems different—almost suffocating. Every creak of the wooden steps echoes louder than it should, heightening the gnawing unease within you. Your heart starts racing, not from the climb but from the ominous weight of intuition.

You reach the bedroom door, slightly ajar, an unusual sight in itself. A faint flicker of hope dares to cross your mind: maybe Demitra has planned a surprise, some small gesture to brighten your day. But as you push the door open, the scene inside leaves your heart in ruins.

Demitra, your wife, lies asleep in your bed, arms tightly wrapped around Aiden—your best friend. The intimacy in their embrace is unmistakable, a closeness that doesn’t belong to friendship. Their quiet, synchronized breathing slices through you like a knife. It’s as if they exist in their own world, one where you’ve been cruelly cast aside.

You can’t move. The air feels heavy, suffocating, as disbelief and heartbreak crash down on you. Every memory of trust, love, and friendship crumbles in an instant, leaving you to stand amidst the debris of what once was.