Fury

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, rattling the frame and making the paintings on the wall tremble slightly.

Audrey stormed into the apartment like a hurricane in heels her lipstick smudged, her dress wrinkled from the night’s chaos, and her rage dangerously uncontained. She kicked off her stilettos with one violent flick, sending one flying across the room and the other thudding against the sofa leg. Her designer clutch hit the floor next.

The apartment, once neatly arranged, now became her battleground.

She yanked off her earrings, tossing them on the kitchen counter. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey half full, a gift from one of Larry’s clients and unscrewed it with her teeth. She took a long, burning gulp straight from the bottle, wincing as the alcohol scorched her throat.

“I need to act fast,” she muttered under her breath, pacing, almost speaking in tongues. “I need to fix this. I need to fix this before she ruins everything.”

From the couch came a dry chuckle.

“Fix what exactly?” her roommate Lena said with a smirk, lazily flipping a page in the magazine on her lap.

Audrey turned toward her, eyes wild, whiskey bottle clutched like a weapon.

“Don’t start with me tonight, Lena.”

But Lena just leaned back, arms folded, expression unimpressed. “No, really, let’s talk about it. What exactly are you trying to fix, huh? The man who grabbed your neck in public like a psycho? Or the one who humiliated you in front of his ex-wife?”

Audrey’s nostrils flared. “Shut up.”

“You shut yourself up,” Lena snapped, tossing the magazine aside. “I warned you, Audrey. I told you months ago—stay away from Larry. He’s toxic. He used you. He left his wife for you because it was convenient. You were fun. New. A distraction from the cold marriage he couldn’t fix.”

Audrey turned away, swallowing another mouthful of whiskey to hide the lump forming in her throat.

“But look at you now,” Lena pressed on, rising from the couch. “The same man you destroyed your name for… who made you the villain of his little tragic story… just threw you under the bus. For her. The woman you spent months hating.”

“I said shut up!” Audrey screamed, throwing the glass she had just picked up against the wall. It shattered with a loud crack, the sound slicing through the room.

Lena didn't flinch.

“What are you going to do now, huh?” she asked calmly, watching her roommate fall apart. “You lost everything for that man. Your dignity. Your peace. Your career’s barely holding on. And now, you’re stuck here… drinking, angry, and alone. While June walks out of that restaurant with a new man and Larry watches her like he’s starving.”

Audrey stood silently, her chest heaving. Tears threatened to fall but didn’t.

She couldn’t cry. Not now. Not when she was this angry.

She walked toward the counter and grabbed her phone, scrolling furiously through her photo gallery, then her saved voice recordings, then an old email draft.

Lena raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done weeks ago,” Audrey muttered, eyes focused like a sniper. “You think I fought this hard just to let her waltz back into the picture and win again? No. No, no, no.”

She took another drink, wiped her lips roughly with the back of her hand, and threw her long curls over her shoulder.

“I didn’t come this far to lose,” she hissed.

“So what are you going to blackmail him now?” Lena said. “You’ve got nothing left to hold over him.”

Audrey’s lips curled into a smile dark and dangerous.

“You’d be surprised.”

She tapped open a hidden folder on her phone screenshots, recordings, voicemails. The secrets Larry had foolishly trusted her with when he was too high, too drunk, or too broken to care. Conversations he would kill to keep buried. Names. Financial transactions. Even one late-night confession he’d made about manipulating June into signing the divorce papers when she was emotionally unstable.

Audrey had receipts.

And now, she had nothing to lose.

“She wants him back? She can have him,” Audrey muttered. “But I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of him to love.”

Lena stared at her in horror. “You’re out of your mind.”

Audrey turned to her with a strange, terrifying calm. “No. I’m finally sane.”

She drained the rest of the whiskey, set the bottle down with a clink, and walked slowly to her room, heels clicking against the floor like a war drum.

The door shut behind her.

Lena stood in the living room, her heart pounding.

Whatever Audrey was planning—it was no longer about love.