MasukSienna I stood frozen, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my neck as Noah’s words echoed in the thick, oppressive air of our bedroom."I said is that a hickey?" he demanded again, his voice strained with an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. His voice was filled with anger, disbelief, and rage. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t say anything. I was too stunned, too overwhelmed by what had happened, by what I had done. The weight of his gaze felt like it was crushing me, but I couldn’t break free. I could feel the pulse of my own heartbeat in my throat, and it matched the frantic thrum of my thoughts.I rushed to the mirror, trying to calm the panic rising inside me, but when I saw the dark mark on my neck, I froze. It was unmistakable. A hickey. The proof of my betrayal, the evidence of something I didn’t remember doing, but knew had happened nonetheless.Noah’s footsteps behind me were heavy, his anger palpable. Without warning, he grabbed my arm and spun me around
Sienna I woke up to the dull light creeping in through the window, a strange weight settling in my chest. My eyes fluttered open, and I immediately felt a sense of disorientation. The room around me was unfamiliar, its walls darker than the one I was accustomed to. The sheets were cooler than the ones I’d slept in for years, and the air smelled different. The faintest scent of cologne lingered in the air…something musky, something that wasn’t Noah. It clung to me, making my stomach churn in equal parts confusion and guilt.I sat up immediately, feeling the pressure in my head. It wasn’t a hangover, but something like it…a fogginess that I couldn’t shake. The man I had spent the night with wasn’t in the room, but I could hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. I glanced around, trying to piece together the fragmented memories that teased the edges of my mind. I couldn’t remember much just bits and pieces, flashes of laughter, the sound of music, and a sense of reckl
SiennaThe words Noah had spoken kept ringing in my ears, louder and louder with every passing minute. An open marriage?He actually said those words with a straight face, like it was a perfectly rational suggestion. As if it wasn’t the most humiliating, degrading thing he could have said to me at that moment.“I’m serious,” Noah had said, his voice calm, casual, as if we were talking about what to have for dinner. “An open marriage. You can do whatever you want. You don’t have to be tied down to me. You’ll be free. Go out. Meet other men. Have fun.”The thought of it repulsed me. How dare he? How dare he take our vows, our promises, and turn them into something as disgusting as that? But that was Noah, wasn’t it? Always looking for a way to make things easier for him. He was tired of me. Tired of being with me, but he didn’t want the burden of actually ending the marriage. So, he suggested this… this farce of an open marriage. Like I would just accept it and move on.I stood the
Sienna “I find you boring, Sienna.”Those words echoed in my ears, bouncing around in my skull, drowning out everything else.“I don’t care anymore,” he continued, as if we were talking about the weather, as if my heart wasn’t in pieces. “I do not feel the same way I used to feel for you anymore.”I could feel the tears welling up again. Each word Noah spoke sank deeper into me like a blade, cutting away at everything I had once believed about us. The man I had loved so deeply, the man I had sacrificed everything for, was standing before me with a coldness I couldn't comprehend."Why are you treating me like this, Noah?" My voice trembled as I spoke, every word scraping past the lump in my throat. "Why do you keep cheating on me? After everything we've been through together?” He didn't respond right away. His eyes were distant, uninterested, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. When he did speak, it was with such dismissiveness that I felt my stomach turn."I told you b
Sienna I never thought I'd be walking into a house where every room held a story of betrayal. But there I was, standing at the front door, my shopping bags heavy in my hands, a strange, uneasy feeling pooling in the pit of my stomach. It was a normal afternoon, or so I thought. The sunlight filtered through the windows, casting shadows across the hallway, and for a moment, everything seemed so... still. I had just stepped through the door when the overwhelming stench of sex, sweat, and something else…something like the residue of betrayal lingering in the air. A feminine perfume hung thick around the furniture, the cushions, the rugs… everywhere. My heart stuttered in my chest as I froze, a sense of dread creeping in. The room was littered with scattered clothes, discarded shoes, empty glasses, and the remnants of a night I could never have imagined. The sight didn’t need to be spelled out; it was clear. The house was already telling me everything I needed to hear. I kn







