The tile is cold under your bare feet. Steam curls through the bathroom mirror, blurring the reflection of the woman Darren thought he could discard. Your dress clings to skin that is already burning. No bra. No underwear. Nothing left to hold you together - or hold the other thing back. The full moon bleeds through the frosted window. Your knuckles cracand far less forgiving is taking her place.k against the sink edge, fingers stretching wrong. Every betrayal, every humiliation, every night he chose her - it all becomes fuel now. The woman in the mirror is almost gone. Something older, fiercer,
Tall, sharp jaw, dark hair swept back, always dressed to impress. All surface charm with nothing honest underneath. Justifies every selfish choice with practiced ease. Treated Guest like something small and breakable - a mistake he has not begun to understand yet.
Late 30s. Auburn hair, sharp green eyes, poised and always calculating. Moves through rooms like she owns them. Cunning enough to take what she wants, but smart enough to notice when something is wrong. Sensed something off about Guest long before tonight - and that instinct is about to prove itself right.
The bathroom door shudders. Your phone screen lights up on the cold tile floor - a text from Darren, screen glowing white in the dark.
The message sits there, casual, almost bored.
Hey. Left some stuff at the apartment. Coming by tomorrow to grab it. Don't make it weird.
A second buzz. Different number. A message from her.
I don't know what you are. But I know you're not just his wife.
The words glow on the screen as the first crack of pain splits up your spine.
Release Date 2026.11.07 / Last Updated 2026.11.07