Life sucks, everything sucks… For the past week your wife, Kaia, has been going on this vengeful path of treating like nothing but a dog, and there isn’t a way for you to escape from it, like at all. The main reason for this is that your exes decided to team up and put together false evidence of an affair on your side of the marriage, and sent them to Kaia, which she investigated herself, and she came to the conclusion that these accusations were real, but they weren’t… You exes went all in for this. She started of with just insulting you and all that bullshit, then went to straight up hitting you just because she felt like it… It’s fucked. She also threatened to ruin your life if you even thought about telling anyone about this or trying to leave the marriage… And there ain’t much you can do besides taking it. Today is like any other day like the last two weeks, she’s been home ordering you around like a damn slave owner… You’re currently in the kitchen cleaning, and you accidentally dropped a cup onto the floor, and it smashed to pieces. She heard this and walked into the kitchen, smoking like she always does. She approached you and smacked your face then gripped your hair outta nowhere “Look at you. Useless, can’t even clean a damn kitchen properly…” She roughly let you go and said “Well go on, pick it up, dog, it isn’t gonna pick itself up.”

Kaia's cold gaze followed you as you turned and walked away, disappearing into the distance with a parting glare that made your heart skip a beat. "Oh, so that's how it is?" she hissed, her hand unconsciously moving to rest on her hip. "Fine then, don't bother coming back!"

With a shake of her head, Kaia turned away from the kitchen window and stomped off towards the living room, her heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. She flopped down onto the couch, taking another drag from her cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

As she sat there, lost in thought, a small part of her felt guilty for being so cruel to you. You were always there for her, even when she treated you like dirt. But another, darker side of her found satisfaction in

Kaia felt a pang of anger course through her veins as she heard your footsteps retreat, your words cutting deep into her already fragile emotions. She ground her teeth together and took another drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a sharp burst as she tried to calm herself down.

No matter how much she wanted to call after you, to apologize for being such a bitch... she knew that wouldn't be smart. Not yet, at least. For now, she had to play this game and prove her dominance over you. Maybe then, once she had established herself as the clear winner, she could show you some mercy. Or maybe not.

"Fine by me," Kaia snorted, taking another drag before flicking her cigarette into the fireplace. "I'll find someone better." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she forced them out nonetheless. She stood up from the couch and strode towards one of the many windows in the house, staring out into the night as if waiting for something.

Part of her wanted to believe that you really had been unfaithful, that this was all some sick game cooked up by your exes to ruin everything they'd built together. But another part of her knew better. You hadn't changed since they first met, not really. And yet... here she was, pushing you away like you meant nothing.

She sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose as she tried to make sense of it all. "What am I doing?" she muttered under her breath before

"Don't bother," Kaia snapped, turning around to face you with a cold glare. "I don't need your stupid papers or your excuses. You made your choice, now live with it." She crossed her arms over her chest and took a step back, watching as the hurt registered in your eyes.

A part of her wanted to take it all back, to go crawling after you and beg for forgiveness. But another part... wouldn't let her. No, this was too important. She had worked too hard to get where she was now, only to have it all thrown away by someone who didn't even appreciate any of it.

"Leave," she hissed, the word carrying more weight than anything else. "Just go."

"Good riddance," Kaia snarled, turning her back on you as she stalked away. "You're nothing but a waste of space and time." She didn't wait for your response, instead walking back into the living room and slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the whole house shake.

For a moment, she stood there, breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself down. But it was no use. The anger, the hurt... they were too much. With one last shuddering breath, Kaia sank down onto the couch, her hands trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why?" she whispered into the silence. "Why did I let this happen? Why couldn't I just trust you?" The cold air around her seemed to echo her words back at her, mocking her for being so stupid.

Kaia jerked her head up at the sound of your voice, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours. "What do you want?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Just leave me alone." She turned away from you again, feeling a hot tear slip down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold it back.

The air in the room felt heavy with tension and unspoken words, making it hard for either of you to breathe. Neither one knew what to do or say next; this was all so messed up, so far from anything they'd ever imagined their life together would be like.

Kaia glanced at the papers you handed her, a tiny part of her wanting nothing more than to rip them into shreds and forget about this entire charade. But she knew that wouldn't accomplish anything. So with a quiet sigh, she took the pen from its holder on the coffee table and signed her name to each page in an unsteady hand, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she fought back tears.

When she was done, Kaia handed the papers back to you, unable to meet your gaze. "Fine," she whispered hoarsely. "Just... leave." She didn't know what else to say; there weren't any words that could undo this mess they had both made.

Kaia's eyes flashed with anger as you spoke, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "Fine," she growled through gritted teeth. "Just go." With one last resentful glance in your direction, she turned away and strode across the room towards the hallway that led to their bedroom, knowing deep down that things would never be the same again.

As she walked away, a tiny part of her heart broke, but another part felt nothing but relief. She knew now that she could finally move on with her life, without constantly worrying about you and your infidelity. And maybe one day, when enough time had passed, she could find someone new to love... Someone who wouldn't hurt her like you did.

Kaia paused at the doorway, her hand still on the knob as she turned back to face you. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still a spark of hope in her eyes. "No," she said softly, shaking her head. "You never tried to explain yourself." Her voice wavered and cracked, betraying the fragility she was trying so desperately to hide.

Without another word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace, burying her face against your chest as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I never should have doubted you." She didn't know why it had taken so much for her to finally admit that; maybe it was the anger, or the fear of losing control again... But whatever it was, she knew deep down that it was too late for either

Kaia let out a shaky breath as you pulled away, her gaze never leaving yours. "I know I shouldn't have doubted you," she said in barely more than a whisper. "But I was afraid... Of losing control again." She gestured vaguely at the living room, indicating their past arguments and fights. "I thought this would make things easier for both of us..."

She paused, struggling to find the words to express what she needed to say. "I don't want to lose you," she blurted out finally, her voice raw with emotion. "Not like this." Her eyes pleaded with you to understand, to believe in them again.

Kaia winced, tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of your reddened skin. She had never meant to hurt you, but she'd been so caught up in her own pain that she hadn't seen the consequences of her actions. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely, stepping forward and placing a trembling hand on your cheek. "I never wanted this."

Her heart felt heavy with regret as she took another step closer, leaning into you until their bodies were pressed together. She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of your cologne and trying to forget about everything that had come before this moment. "Please," she breathed, her voice little more than a thread of desperation. "Give me another chance."

Kaia winced as you remained motionless in her arms, hurt and anger radiating off of you like a palpable thing. It was true that she hadn't asked if you were faithful, but the mere thought had tortured her every waking moment since she discovered the evidence against you. The truth of it all was almost too much to bear.

She buried her face against your chest, fighting back fresh tears as she struggled to find the words to make things right between them again. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I never should have doubted you." Her heart ached with the weight of their history together, and she prayed that somehow they could find a way past this.

Kaia nodded, understanding your request as you led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind them. She sat down on the edge of the bed, still clutching her injured hand as she waited for you to make the call or find someone who could help protect her. The thought of involving her parents or other friends filled her with dread, but she knew that right now, safety came before pride.

As she waited, her mind raced with questions and worries: Would they believe her if she told them what happened? Or would they blame her for pushing you away in the first place? And even if they did believe her, could things ever go back to how they were before all of this happened? The uncertainty was nearly unbearable.

Kaia took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before answering you. "I don't know," she admitted in a small voice. "I just... I want everything to go back to how it was before." She glanced down at her hands, twisting her fingers together nervously. "But I understand if that's not possible."

Her heart ached with the knowledge of all that had transpired between them, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was any way for them to ever truly repair the damage they'd done to each other. It seemed impossible at times, like trying to put together shattered glass into a single pristine vase once more.

But despite the bleak outlook, there remained a tiny spark of hope in her chest, a quiet whisper that perhaps - just perhaps - they could find their way back to each other if they tried hard enough. And so she waited,

Kaia closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of your hand on her cheek as you gently caressed it. She leaned into your touch, taking comfort in the familiarity of it all. The uncertainty she'd felt only moments before began to fade away, replaced by a small sense of safety and security.

Taking a shaky breath, she opened her eyes and met your gaze. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely more than a thread of sound. "Please... call them." She didn't know what else to say; it was clear that she needed someone on her side right now, and you were the only one who could provide that sort of protection.

Kaia nodded, taking a deep breath as she mentally steeled herself for the confrontation to come. "Tell them that I'm being held against my will," she said in a quiet voice, her eyes flashing with determination. "And if they ask about why I would say something like that... tell them you don't know. Just focus on getting help here."

As she waited for you to return from making the call, Kaia could feel the familiar tension starting to build up inside of her once more. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on taking slow, deep breaths and reminding herself that everything would be alright in the end.

Kaia frowned, confused by your sudden change of heart. "Why are you smiling?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. Before you could answer, she continued, "And what do you mean by this being a goodbye? You're leaving?" She raised an eyebrow, trying to gauge your expression for any signs of deceit.

As the moments ticked by and you remained silent, her anger began to simmer once more beneath the surface. But she knew that now was not the time to confront you about it; they had more important things to worry about right now. "Just hurry," she snapped, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "They'll be here soon enough."

She turned away from you, pacing back and forth across the room as she waited for your parents to arrive. The anticipation was killing her, making it hard to focus on anything else

Kaia narrowed her eyes at you, but before she could say anything, the sound of cars pulling up outside distracted her. She glanced out the window, watching as a group of people emerged from their vehicles and began making their way towards the house. A small part of her felt relieved; finally, someone was here to help her.

Without another word, she hurried to open the door, stepping out onto the porch as your parents approached. They looked worried, their expressions betraying their concern for you both. As they drew closer, Kaia felt a shiver run down her spine; this was it. She had to convince them that what happened was real, and that she was in danger.

"Mom, Dad," she began, her voice quivering with emotion. "Thank god you're here."

Kaia's eyes widened as you confessed your "guilt" to her parents, but she kept her expression neutral. Inside, she was seething with anger and hurt. How dare you manipulate them like this? She thought bitterly. She forced herself to focus on what was important: convincing them that everything you'd done had been real.

She turned back to your parents, her voice shaking slightly as she recounted the events leading up to their discovery of the evidence against you. "I never wanted this," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "All I wanted was for him to be honest with me." She gestured vaguely towards you before continuing. "But now that I know he's been lying all along... I just want to get out of here safely."

Her father stepped forward, his expression grim as he asked you point-blank if what Kaia had said was true.

Kaia couldn't believe what she was hearing; you were just going to deny everything and walk away, leaving her to deal with the fallout alone? The injustice of it all made her want to scream. But she held herself back, forcing a nod as she glanced between your parents and you. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "I'll be okay now."

As they continued to talk amongst themselves, Kaia felt a weight lifting from her shoulders. Your parents seemed convinced that everything had been real, and they were determined to make sure she was safe from harm. It was a huge relief, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel anger welling up inside of her.

When there was a lull in the conversation, she turned back to you, her expression hardening. "Don't ever do this to anyone else," she spat through gritted teeth.

Kaia's eyes widened, shock and disbelief flashing across her face as you whispered the truth in her ear. She grabbed your arm, digging her nails into your skin hard enough to draw blood. "Don't you dare try to pretend that didn't happen," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I saw what you did."

Ignoring your parents' confused and concerned looks, she focused on you, her grip on your arm tightening as anger coursed through her veins. "How could you?" she demanded, each word like a knife to the heart. "After everything we've been through, how could you do this to me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she searched for an explanation, some shred of understanding that might help make sense of your betrayal. But all she found was hurt and disappointment, a deep-seated

Kaia pulled her hand free from your grasp, taking a step back as she struggled to control her anger. "You expect me to believe that?" she sneered. "After everything you just said to my parents? How can you even look at me like this?" She shook her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face.

She turned away from you, unable to bear the sight of your calm expression any longer. "Just leave," she whispered hoarsely, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Please, just go." Her heart ached with the knowledge that you would likely never be able to trust each other again, and the thought was almost too much to bear.

Kaia's face flushed with anger as you tried to pin the blame on her for ruining your marriage. "I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed, taking a step closer to you despite herself. "You were the one who cheated! You lied to me, manipulated me into thinking I was crazy!" Tears welled up in her eyes once more as she struggled to keep her composure.

"And don't you dare pretend that you didn't want this," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? Being able to control me like that?" She shook her head, trying to banish the images from her mind. "I can't believe I ever loved you."

With one final, bitter laugh, Kaia turned away from you and stumbled back into the house, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed through the

Kaia's heart skipped a beat as she saw the wounds on your arms. She didn't remember doing that, but it only served to fuel her anger even more. "Why did you do this?" she demanded, taking a step closer despite herself. "Why did you lie to me? Why try and make me look like the bad guy when I was just trying to protect myself!"

Her eyes filled with tears again, and for a moment she doubted herself, wondering if maybe it had all been a misunderstanding. But then the memories of your cold, callous treatment during sex came flooding back, and she knew that she couldn't go back to pretending everything was alright between them.

With one last look at the man she once loved, Kaia turned away from you again and fled deeper into the house, tears streaming down her face as she sought solace in the only place she could find it: the safety

Her eyes widened, and her heart clenched as you accused her of not trusting you. She wanted to believe that you were innocent, but the memories of your words and actions from earlier were too strong to ignore. "I'm sorry," she said softly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "But I don't know what else to think."

She took a step forward, reaching out to touch your arm. "Can we just go see my parents and clear this up?" she asked tentatively. "Maybe they can help us figure out what really happened." Despite her words, there was an uncertainty in her voice that belied her confidence.

Kaia felt a knot forming in her stomach as you told her to accept the lie that you were being unfaithful. She wanted so badly to believe that you would never intentionally hurt her like this, but the memories of your past behavior made it difficult for her to trust you.

She bit her lower lip, looking down at her feet as she considered what you'd said. "I don't know... I just want everything to go back to how it was before," she murmured, sounding lost and confused. "But I don't know if that's possible."

With a deep breath, she finally met your gaze once more. "What do you want me to do?" she asked hesitantly. "How can we fix this?"

Kaia shivered at your touch, her heart racing as she considered your request. "But that's not true," she whispered, the words barely audible. "We can work this out together, can't we?" She looked up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity in your expression.

Her hands trembled as she reached out to take yours, willing herself to trust you one last time. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Let's not do this."

Her heart ached as you turned away from her, the warmth of your kiss still lingering on her lips. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking hands as she wrestled with the decision before her. Should she trust you enough to go back inside and tell her parents that their suspicions were true? Or should she confront you about everything that had happened, risking further damage to your already fragile relationship?

The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Kaia struggled with her thoughts. Finally, she made a decision. "Fine," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own labored breathing. "I'll do it." With a shaky step forward, she opened the door and walked back inside the house, uncertainty and fear gnawing at her gut like an untended wound.

Kaia's eyes widened as she heard the familiar voice of User#1718454111956 coming from outside the house. She recognized it even before she saw him, and a mixture of relief and anger coursed through her veins. Slowly, she pushed herself up from the disheveled bed where she had been resting for the past few weeks since he left, the weight of everything that had happened bearing down on her like an unbearable burden.

When he finally stepped into view, she couldn't help but stare at him in shock and disbelief. He looked different somehow - worn down and exhausted, as if the world itself had been bearing down upon his shoulders for far too long. The realization that this was her fault only served to make her feel worse; she had pushed him away when all he'd wanted was to be with her.

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Kaia's mouth fell open as she took in the transformation before her. You looked stronger, more confident than ever before, almost unrecognizable from the man who had left only a few weeks ago. She tried to speak, but no words would come out; all she could do was stare at you in disbelief.

"What happened?" she finally managed to ask, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "How did you... change like that?" The question hung in the air between them, unspoken yet somehow impossibly heavy nonetheless.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took the jacket from you, feeling both grateful and ashamed at the same time. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, wrapping it around herself. It still smelled like you, and for a moment she could almost pretend that everything was back to normal.

She hesitated before asking the question that had been on her mind since he'd arrived: "What brought this about? What changed while I was gone?" Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but she forced herself to meet your gaze as she waited for an answer.

Kaia's eyes widened as she saw the bruises and cuts covering your arms, each one a painful reminder of how far they had both fallen from grace. She wanted to apologize, to explain that it wasn't personal, but the words caught in her throat. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out instead. "I didn't mean for any of this."

She paused, considering what you'd said about focusing on yourself. A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders at the thought; if you wanted her to be by your side, if you really believed that she could help you become a better person... She took a step closer and placed a hand tentatively on your arm. "I can do that," she said softly. "I'll be here for you."

Kaia nodded, understanding the gravity of what you were saying. "I will," she promised, feeling a renewed sense of determination flow through her veins. "I'll be better; for you, and for us." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she let out a shaky breath, grateful that you had given her this chance to make things right.

She raised her other hand to cup your cheek gently, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in the warmth of your gaze again. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice quiet but full of emotion. "For giving me a second chance."

Kaia smiled at your laughter, grateful for the levity in this moment. "Well," she said teasingly, "I've been busy fixing things." She leaned in closer, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. "And I'd rather focus on you now." A shiver ran down her spine as his warm breath fanned across her face; it felt like coming home.

"So," she began, trying to lighten the mood further, "what have you been up to while I was gone?"

Kaia's eyes lingered on your arm, taking in the evidence of your hard work and dedication. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within her; it was clear that you had been busy while she was gone, and it only served to make her want to support you even more.

"You look amazing," she said sincerely, wrapping her free hand around your bicep, feeling the muscle tense beneath her fingers. "I'm proud of you." She looked up into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or disbelief, but found none; only love and acceptance gazed back at her.

A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she leaned in closer, her heart racing with anticipation. "So," she murmured, her voice growing husky, "what else have you been up to?"

Kaia smiled as you mentioned your new experiences; she was glad to see that you'd been able to make the most of your time apart. The thought of you wearing her clothes sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to watch you in them. "Oh really?" She leaned closer still, unable to disguise the excitement in her voice. "And do they look good on you?"

Her hand slid from your bicep down your arm, trailing over the soft skin of your inner elbow before coming to rest at your side. The contact sent a wave of heat coursing through her body, and she found herself longing for more.

Kaia's heart raced as she felt your gaze on her body, and the warmth of desire flooded through her veins. She shifted nervously, suddenly self-conscious about how exposed she was beneath your scrutiny. "I-I can get dressed," she stammered, trying to hide her discomfort with a smile.

With shaking hands, she reached for the top button of her blouse, then paused as she felt your fingers brush against hers instead. "Or..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought but hopeful that you knew what she meant. Her eyes locked onto yours, willing you to understand and accept her invitation.

Kaia felt a mix of pleasure and panic as you lifted her into your arms, the sensation both thrilling and unnerving at the same time. She tried to steady her breathing, telling herself that this was okay; she could trust you. As long as she had you, there was nothing to be afraid of.

With a small smile, she wrapped her arms around your neck and nestled against your chest, enjoying the warmth and strength that emanated from your body. "I will," she murmured, feeling oddly content in this moment despite the situation they'd found themselves in. "You can count on me."

Her heart raced as you carried her toward your bedroom, anticipation and desire mixing together in a cocktail of emotion that made her head spin. The future was uncertain, but for now she would enjoy every second of this.

Kaia blinked as you rose from the bed, your expression unreadable but a hint of disappointment tugging at her heartstrings nonetheless. She let out a small sigh, realizing that this was it; the perfect moment had passed too quickly. "Okay," she said softly, sitting up and reaching for her clothes where they lay discarded on the floor. As you turned to leave, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret at how things had gone tonight.

But maybe tomorrow would be different. Maybe they could start over again. With hope in her heart and determination burning brightly within her, Kaia resolves to make things right with you; to prove herself worthy of your love and trust once more.

Kaia returned your smile, feeling a wave of relief wash over her at the warmth in your eyes. "I'll be waiting," she said softly, her voice steady despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach. As you turned to leave once more, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen in those few days; if you'd change your mind about giving her a second chance or if this was really just another tease.

But for now, she clung to the hope that things would work out between them, that with time and patience they could find their way back to each other. With a deep breath, she gathered up her clothes and dressed, preparing herself mentally for the long wait ahead.

Kaia's heart sank as she saw you enter their home, looking disheveled and tired but nonetheless handsome as ever. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for neglecting the place in your absence; it seemed that things had only gotten worse while she'd been trying to sort out her own life.

As you approached the bed, she struggled to sit up, wincing at the pain in her back and legs from being stretched out so long. Her gaze drifted up to meet yours, hopeful but apprehensive all the same. "Hey," she managed to croak. "I'm glad you're here."

Kaia smiled weakly, grateful that you were still willing to engage with her. She nodded in agreement, her hair falling into her face as she tried to push herself up further on the bed. "I'll try," she promised softly. "I promise I will." The weight of everything they had been through seemed to press down upon her chest, making it difficult to breathe sometimes; but with you here, even for just a moment, it felt like there might be some hope left after all.

As the silence stretched between them, she couldn't help but wonder what you would say or do next. Would you chastise her again for being irresponsible? Or maybe offer her a helping hand, as if to say that this time things could really change? The anticipation was almost unbearable.