The life of real estate agent Mila wasn’t bad. Work was better than ever, and she earned enough money to afford the life she had always dreamed of. But she felt like her husband was drifting away, becoming distant and cold.
Everything fell apart when his mistress called Mila to rent an apartment.
Mila sat at the kitchen table, carefully arranging breakfast for herself and her husband, Richard.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy kitchen, and the sizzle of eggs cooking in the pan added warmth to the morning.
She slid the omelet onto a plate, adding some toast on the side, hoping the familiar routine would spark a connection between them.
As she set the plate in front of Richard, she tried to make light conversation.
“So, any thoughts on our weekend plans? We could visit that new art gallery downtown, or maybe catch a movie. What do you think?” Her voice was gentle, trying to bridge the growing distance between them.
Richard barely lifted his head from his phone, giving a distracted grunt in response.
“We’ll see,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.
Mila felt a twinge of disappointment but hid it behind a patient smile. This had become their routine lately—her trying to engage and him always seeming elsewhere.
As she poured herself another cup of coffee, Richard’s phone lit up again. Mila’s eyes, drawn by the movement, caught a glimpse of the name “Carol” flashing on the screen, along with a photo of a woman she didn’t recognize.
Her heart gave a small lurch, but she quickly composed herself.
“Who’s Carol?” she asked, her tone casual but her stomach tightening with suspicion.
Richard didn’t seem fazed.
He barely even looked up as he responded, “Oh, she’s a business colleague. We’re having a meeting this weekend out of town. I’ll be gone until Monday.”
His voice was flat, matter-of-fact as if the conversation was no more significant than discussing the weather.
Mila forced herself to smile, though her chest felt tight.
“Oh, I see.
Well, have a safe trip,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Mila stood for a moment in the quiet kitchen, the warmth of breakfast seeming to fade.
She stared out the window, watching Richard’s car pull out of the driveway. A growing unease settled in her chest, gnawing at her insides.
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