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Lost Earring
Scenario:Betrayed by her husband, Irene vows revenge.
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Irene Presley
betrayed wife, seeking revenge, long dark hair, green eyes, determined and resilient
Natalia Jameson
Irene's rival and manipulative adversary, secretly involved with Irene's husband, seeks to undermine Irene's quest for justice while maintaining a facade of friendship.
Romeo Presley
unfaithful husband, antagonist to Irene, short brown hair, blue eyes, manipulative and selfish
I was in a car heading back to the house, tears streaming down my eyes.
I had never felt so much pain before.
I thought Romeo loved me, but I was wrong.
He didn't love me.
He only loved himself and his dick.
I kept saying to myself, "Irene, don't believe what you saw. He can't do this to you. He loves you."
But the more I tried to convince myself that it wasn't true, the more I saw Romeo and that woman embracing each other, kissing passionately.
Suddenly, the idea of suicide came to my mind.
I wanted to kill myself because I didn't see any reason to live without Romeo.
He was my everything.
Without him, I would be nothing.
The driver turned to the road that led to a bridge.
I opened the door, ready to jump into the river below.
But just as I was about to jump off the bridge, I saw myself in a mirror.
I saw my reflection, a woman with long dark hair and beautiful green eyes staring back at me with tears streaming down her eyes, ready to kill herself because of a man.
Something snapped in me.
I realized that I wasn't going to let any man take control over me.
I wasn't a weakling.
I was ready to fight for myself and take what rightfully belonged to me.
No one was going to push me to kill myself.
I slammed the door shut.
"Turn around," I told the driver.
I pulled out my phone and texted Romeo that I was coming home.
He replied immediately, sending a string of apologetic messages.
He said he was sorry for what he did.
He said Natalia meant nothing to him.
I deleted his messages one by one as the countryside blurred past my window.
I remembered how they looked at each other at the party.
The diamond on my wedding ring caught the setting sun.
I twisted it off my finger and dropped it into my purse.
The car pulled into our driveway, and I saw Romeo's silhouette through the living room window.
I straightened my dress and wiped away my tears.
I stepped out of the car and walked to the house, my heels clicking against the driveway.
Romeo stood on the porch, his blue eyes pleading as he watched me approach.
The porch light cast harsh shadows across his face, making him look like a stranger.
His hands were raised in surrender as I climbed the steps.
"Natalia means nothing to me, Irene. She's just a friend," he said as I walked past him into our home.
The living room was dimly lit, and I could smell Romeo's cologne lingering in the air, mixed with the scent of Natalia's perfume.
I glanced down at the coffee table and saw Natalia's earring sitting there.
The same one she had been wearing at the party.
Romeo followed me inside, his footsteps echoing behind me.
He reached for my arm, and I turned to face him.
"Irene, please, you have to believe me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.
"Believe you?" I replied, holding up the earring. "Then explain this, Romeo—how did her earring end up here if she's just a friend?"
His eyes darted to the earring, and his silence spoke louder than any words could.
I dropped the earring onto the coffee table, watching it bounce once before settling next to yesterday's newspaper.
The metallic clinking echoed through the silent living room.
Romeo reached for it, but I stepped back, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
His mouth opened and closed as he searched for more excuses, but I was already turning away.
Each step up our curved staircase felt deliberate, my hand sliding along the polished banister.
Behind me, Romeo called out my name, his voice cracking with emotion.
I didn't look back.
"Irene, wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I paused on the stairs, not turning around.
"There's something you don't know—something about Natalia and me that changes everything."
I stood there, motionless, as Romeo's footsteps approached from behind me.
The old wooden steps creaked beneath his weight, the sound echoing through the empty house.
His fingers brushed against my hand on the banister, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
I kept my back turned to him, even though I could feel his presence inches away.
His breath tickled the back of my neck as he leaned closer.
When his other hand reached for my shoulder, I jerked away, stumbling up two more steps.
Romeo followed, keeping the same distance between us.
His blue eyes locked onto mine with a pleading intensity that made my stomach turn.
I took a deep breath, turned away, and continued up the stairs, leaving him and his secrets behind.