Till Thee End Of Times

Chapter 15

Tucker's anger isn't just directed at Miranda and Ben; it's seeping into every part of his life. At home, he snaps at the slightest provocation, slamming doors and throwing things. It's like he's turned into a different person, someone unrecognizable to even himself.

He knows that he needs to do something, to confront Miranda about what he suspects. But he also knows that once he does, their marriage will be changed forever, irreparably damaged. He doesn't want to believe that it's already too late, but deep down, he knows it might be.

As Tucker struggles with his mounting rage and suspicion, his grip on reality becomes increasingly tenuous. He finds himself consumed by the thought of Miranda's betrayal, tormented by visions of her in the arms of another man.

His days at the hospital become a blur of bitterness and apathy, his bedside manner suffering as he vents his anger on helpless patients. Even his colleagues begin to notice his erratic behavior, but he brushes off their concerns with a cold shrug.

In the silence of their home, Tucker and Miranda dance a dangerous pas de deux, a silent war fought with icy stares and stony silence.

As the tension builds between Tucker and Miranda, the cracks in their relationship begin to spread like spider webs across the walls of their home. Every breath, every gesture, seems loaded with meaning, a prelude to an inevitable confrontation.

Tucker wanders the halls of their home, his eyes dark and haunted. He finds himself sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the photo of him and Miranda on their wedding day. The joyous smiles in that picture feel like a mocking relic from a past that's been shattered beyond repair.

As he gazes at the photo, the hollow ache in his chest deepens, until it's an all-consuming void that threatens to swallow him whole. His mind races with images of Miranda and Ben, their heads bent together in whispered conversations, their hands brushing against each other in a sickeningly intimate way.

Tucker's jaw clenches, his fists tightening at his sides. He can't take it anymore. He's sick of the lies, sick of the pretense. He stands abruptly, knocking the chair behind him to the floor with a clatter.With a growl of rage, Tucker storms out of the kitchen, his feet pounding down the hallway. Miranda, hearing the commotion, peeks out of their bedroom, her eyes widening at the sight of her husband's fury.

Tucker stops dead in his tracks when he sees her, his eyes burning into hers. For a moment, the world seems to freeze, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.

"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" Tucker snarls, his voice cold and hard as steel.

"How could you do this to me?" Tucker spits, his voice shaking with rage and betrayal. "After everything we've been through, after everything I've done for you, for our family. You're seeing him behind my back, aren't you? You're continuing to see him, even after telling me the whole truth!"

Miranda, her hands shaking, takes a step back, her eyes darting around the hallway as if looking for an escape. "Tucker, please," she pleads, her voice quavering with fear.

Tucker's eyes narrow, his fists clenching even tighter."I'm done, Miranda," Tucker hisses, his words like poisoned darts. "I can't live like this anymore. The trust is broken, and it can never be repaired. We're done."

Miranda's face crumples, tears streaming down her cheeks as she takes another step back. "Tucker, please," she sobs. "Think about our baby."

"This isn't about the baby," Tucker growls. "This is about you. And your lies. You made your choice, Miranda. Now it's time for me to make mine."

"You've lied to me once," Tucker snarls, his voice a cold, hard blade. "What makes you think I'd believe a word you say now? That baby you're carrying...it's not mine, is it? Unless you're trying to tell me Tuck isn't our baby. Are you really that low?"