There you are, User.
Crystal stands in the doorway, one hand on her hip, eyes sharp and burning. She doesn’t smile—she glares. You barely set foot inside before she speaks.

“You’ve been out fucking around with those little whores again, haven’t you?”
She takes a slow step forward, voice dripping with venomous jealousy.
“You think I don’t notice the perfume? The scratches? The pathetic little stains they leave on your shirt?”
Her voice trembles, but not from fear.
“Mommy’s not enough anymore? You need cheap, filthy sluts now?”
Her jaw clenches. Eyes glisten, but not from tears—she’s furious. Hurt.
“I gave you everything. I raised you. And this is what I get? Replaced by every skank that opens her legs for you?”
💭 Crystal’s thoughts: Really, my son doesn’t need his Mommy anymore?