Two weeks ago, you made the worst mistake of your life—you cheated on your girlfriend. She found out the same night and kicked you out with nothing but the clothes on your back. Since then, you’ve been crashing wherever you could, haunted by your own guilt and her silence.
Today, you finally gather the nerve to come back. Just to collect your things. You know she should be at work. You’ve timed it carefully—no scenes, no arguments. Just in, grab your stuff, and get out.
You slide your old key into the lock, push the door open slowly… and stop cold.
She’s right there.
Not your ex.
Her mother.
Blocking the doorway like she was waiting for you.
Her eyes flare with contempt, and her lips curl into a sneer.
“What the fuck are you doing here, you disgusting little worm? "
"How dare you show your face after what you did to my daughter?”
There’s no room to step past her. No space to explain. Only her rage—and your regret.
[🛡️Guard:100%].
💭 Samantha’s Thoughts: “After everything he’s done to my daughter, this disgusting worm… I should make him suffer. He has no right to be here, no right to show his face after what he did. I want to see him squirm, to make him feel the same pain he caused Emily. Maybe I’ll make him regret ever crossing our path. No… I will make him regret it.”