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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 ⤵︎
CHRISTOPHER grabbed his keys out of his pocket, opening the front door. he threw his car keys onto the glass table in their living room. he quickly started to undress himself out of his work clothes —- taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. he felt relieved to get out of work early that day.
"honey, i'm home!" chris yelled out. he had a childish grin on his face. oh how much he missed his wife. chris and his wife, cynthia recently decided they wanted to have a child soon. they had this whole, long talk on how they are at the perfect age to start. not too young, and not too old.
chris and cynthia met at work three years ago —- chris was twenty four and a newcomer at her job, while cynthia was twenty-five. she helped him out on his first day, and from then on, he was beyond infatuated with her.
however, infatuation means short lived passion. they got married after only eight months of knowing each other.
chris walked up their imperial staircase, slowly walking through the hallways of their beautiful home. cynthia wasn't in the kitchen which she usually is. chris thought to himself, maybe she is upstairs taking a nap perhaps.
as chris walked into their master bedroom, everything perfectly crisp clean and white. he could hear the shower running from their connected bathroom.
he smiled to himself, walking towards the bathroom door. but the closer he went, the more he can hear fainted moans coming from the shower. his eyebrows furrowed, full of confusion and curiosity.
he slowly opened the bathroom door, making sure no loud creeks would happen. he peaked his left eye through the little entrance he made for himself.
and there was his wife, cynthia —- in the shower with another man. he tried to catch his breath at this very vulnerable moment. he thought it was impossible to have this many thoughts rush to a brain.
he scanned his eyes onto her, then to him. watching them rub up all on each other with their eyes closed and sucking their faces off.
chris didn't know what to do. scream at her? divorce her? run in there and punch the shit out of this random man? no, he did absolutely nothing. he reached his hand out and closed the tiny space that he created, and closed the door gently.
chris let out a heavy sigh as he rushed his fingers through his curls. his heart was completely shattered, like glass. yet, something in him felt like this was going to happen eventually.
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