Jennie g!p
"How could you do this to me?"
Before Jennie could respond, She ducked to avoid a vase that was thrown at her head. She had never seen her wife this furious, and she had good aim too.
"Lisa, I -," Jennie tried to say, but Lisa wasn't listening. She paced in frantic circles and ran her hands through her hair, which was growing more unruly by the second. She sobbed, a loud shrieking noise that pierced the room and stung Jennie'ears.
"That nymph? That fucking water nymph?" Lisa gasped. She flailed her hands, looking around the room for more things to throw at her wife.
"She - she didn't mean anything to me," Jennie replied. Her voice was strained and trembled with every syllable. "I-I-I love you, Lisa."
"If you loved me, I wouldn't have found her bent over your goddamn desk!"
Lisa screamed and hurled a hardbound book in her Wife's direction. Jennie dodged it and the book slammed onto the ground, its spine cracking instantly.
"What is wrong with you?" Lisa continued. "You go to work and then fuck your mistress in your office and then come home to your WIFE ? Your wife - the mother of your children - and then you pretend like you didn't just shove your cock inside some pathetic water nymph without me knowing, is that right?"
Jennie stood still, her mouth dry without a single word hovering on her lips.
Lisa dropped her head and sobbed into her hands, her thick hair hanging around her face like a burial shroud. Whatever righteous fury that had possessed her earlier seemed to have finally exited her being, for now she was as deflated and sorrowful as a flower beaten down during a rainstorm. She wept into her hands, and her sobs were the only sounds that permeated the room.
Jennie felt her chest tighten. Seeing her wife so distraught filled her with contrition. Mustering the courage to move, She stepped forward and reached out to Lisa.
"My love, I -."
"No."
"Please, let me just -."
"No!" Lisa yelled and spun around. Tears welled up in her eyes once again and she stormed out of the room. Jennie heard their bedroom door slam shut moments later.
Jennie was left alone in the parlor, surrounded by silence and darkness.
She finished leftover work alone.
She ate dinner alone.
She sat by the fireplace and drank too many glasses of wine alone.
Lisa made not a sound nor did she once leave their bedroom. The palace was empty and void of energy. It may have been nothing more than a morgue.
Jennie stared into the flames of the fireplace, handling her empty glass contemplatively. That raw, numb feeling in her chest refused to leave, and She wallowed in it. She knew Lisa had every right to be angry. After being married for thousands of years with no history of infidelity, the instant that Jennie found herself falling for a Minthe, She knew that there would be a scandal.
It started with little things - Minthe had dropped a pen one day and went to pick it up, bending at the waist, her skirt tightening around her curves. Jennie glanced up then and caught her eye as Minthe twisted her head to gaze longingly back at her.
It escalated quickly after that. Jennie repeatedly found herself deliberately dropping office supplies just to watch that voluptuous nymph slowly pick them up. At one point, she crouched down after "accidentally" scattering loose papers everywhere; it was then that Jennie approached her.
