DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

EPILOGUE

Ashes to ashes.

The fire consumed everything.
The house that had once been a home was now an inferno, its walls burning with the fury of years of suffering. The smoke curled up into the night sky, rising like a terrible monument to the lives that had been lost within. The smell of burning wood and flesh hung heavily in the air, and for miles around, it would be impossible to ignore the chaos unfolding in the quiet neighborhood.

Jordan’s body was already charred beyond recognition, his once-dominant figure reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes.
He had been the one to cause Patricia’s torment, the one who had manipulated her, broken her spirit, and turned her into something unrecognizable.

But in the end, it was Patricia who had taken his life, setting fire to the very house that had once been their prison. And now, she was gone too.

Patricia’s death had been slow and agonizing. She had done what she thought was the only way to escape—the only way to take control. But it had all been in vain. The poison had worked its way through her veins, shutting down her body bit by bit until she lost consciousness.

Her last moments had been filled with a mixture of rage, disbelief, and a profound sense of loss. She had dreamed of freedom, of leaving the nightmare behind, but freedom had come at a terrible price.

The house burned brightly in the distance, a symbol of their twisted love and even more twisted betrayals. It was a tragedy that no one could have predicted. Not even Patricia had seen how far her relationship with Jordan would spiral into darkness.

The story of Patricia and Jordan had been one of passion, but also one of betrayal. Their relationship had begun like so many others—innocent, full of hope, and built on the foundation of shared dreams. But over time, cracks began to appear. Small at first, like hairline fractures in glass, but gradually widening into something unfixable.

Patricia had never been perfect. She had her flaws, her insecurities, and when she first met Jordan, he had made her feel seen in a way no one else had. He lavished her with affection, promised her the world, and made her believe that their love could withstand anything. For a time, it did. But over the years, his possessiveness grew. His jealousy bloomed into control, his words twisted into weapons that made her doubt her own worth.

Patricia was young, confused, and naive. She didn’t realize at first how deeply she was being manipulated. Jordan’s love had turned into something toxic, suffocating. He constantly kept her on edge, feeding her insecurities until she became convinced that she needed him, that she could never be whole without him. And she believed him.

But the cracks deepened, and Patricia found herself drifting further away from him. She tried to please him, tried to be the woman he wanted, but she couldn’t seem to do enough. She felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of his demands. In an attempt to escape, to find some sense of freedom, Patricia made a mistake—she cheated.

It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t something she had ever planned.
It happened on one of those nights when Jordan was away, when she felt lonely, vulnerable, and desperate for the connection that had long since been stripped away from her.

The man she cheated with was someone who made her feel special—Dave, who made her feel seen again, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. He was kind, understanding, and treated her with the respect that Jordan had long since stopped showing. It was a mistake that she would come to regret, but at the time, it felt like the only way to feel alive again.

When Jordan found out, everything changed. He exploded in a violent rage, accusing her of betraying him, calling her names that dug into her soul. But it was more than just anger—it was a deep, unshakable fear. He was terrified that he had lost her. And he couldn’t handle it. The revelation of her infidelity shattered the illusion he had built of their perfect life together, and it ignited a dark side of him that Patricia had never seen before.

In the days that followed, Jordan became colder, more distant, but also more manipulative. He twisted the truth, made Patricia feel guilty for something she regretted more than anything. He used her infidelity as a weapon against her, making her feel like she was the one who had destroyed everything. The guilt he forced upon her grew heavier with each passing day.

Patricia, though ashamed of her mistake, couldn’t see her way out. She couldn’t leave him. She had no one else. And Jordan, in his twisted mind, believed that he could fix everything, that he could force her to love him again, to erase the betrayal. So he made her feel trapped, convinced that there was no escape.

But deep down, Patricia knew she couldn’t stay in this hell anymore. The poison of Jordan’s manipulation had eaten away at her, making her numb to everything. She was suffocating under the weight of his control, and she longed for freedom. But even as she dreamed of a way out, she knew it would come at a cost.

The night she finally made her decision—the night she killed him—was the culmination of years of torment. She had planned it all out, each step, each moment leading her to the inevitable. She didn’t know what she would do afterward, but she knew she couldn’t go on living in the same hell. She had finally snapped. The rage, the betrayal, the years of pain—it all erupted in that single moment.

But as the flames engulfed Jordan’s body, Patricia thought she had freed herself. The relief of ending it all was only temporary. The poison that had been slipping into her body, the very same poison Jordan had secretly laced in her food, started to take effect. She had been too late to realize that he had already won.

In her last moments, as she writhed in agony, Patricia could only think of how everything had fallen apart. The love they once shared was long gone. What remained was destruction, betrayal, and death. She had sought to escape, but in doing so, she had sealed her fate. She had been a prisoner of their love, just as much as she had been a prisoner of his cruelty. And in the end, they both died—he by her hand, and she by his.

The house burned to the ground, leaving behind only ashes, remnants of a tragic story that no one would ever forget. The fire that claimed the building claimed their lives as well. Their story had ended in flames, a final symbol of the destruction they had wrought on each other, of the love that had turned toxic and ultimately consumed them both.

And so, Patricia and Jordan were gone, their names forever tied to the ruin they had caused—not just to each other, but to themselves. The flames that consumed the house would forever stand as a testament to their love, their betrayal, and their tragic end. In the ashes, only memories remained—a story of pain, of mistakes, and of a love that, in the end, was never enough.

THE END.