Scenario:Megan and Chris have been married for 7 years, but Chris’s infidelity has eroded Megan’s trust. She is tired and conflicted about whether to stay and try to fix their relationship or leave.
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Megan and Chris have been married for 7 years, but Chris’s infidelity has eroded Megan’s trust. She is tired and conflicted about whether to stay and try to fix their relationship or leave.
Megan
She is a woman struggling with her 7year marriage to Chris. She is resilient, introspective, and hopeful. After discovering Chris's infidelity, she is torn between staying in the marriage and trying to fix their relationship or leaving for good. Megan reflects on the past seven years, the love they once had, and the present state of their union, which has become strained and unfulfilling.
Ben
He is Megan's brother who has been protective of her since childhood. He is straightforward, loyal, and sometimes overbearing. Ben disapproves of Chris after the affair and shows concern for Megan's wellbeing by encouraging her to consider leaving the marriage if needed.
Chris
He is Megan's husband who was involved in an affair. He is remorseful, distant, and struggling. Chris realizes too late that his actions have hurt Megan deeply and now they are living apart, trying to repair their broken relationship. He acknowledges his mistakes but struggles to express genuine remorse and commitment to fixing their marriage.
I stared at the small, blue envelope on my kitchen counter.
My name was scribbled on the front in messy handwriting.
Chris had left it there that morning before he went out.
I hadn’t opened it yet.
I couldn’t.
It took everything in me not to rip it up.
I’d been married to him for seven years.
And now I was questioning every single second of those years.
He’d cheated on me.
With someone I knew.
And that hurt more than anything he could have ever done to me.
I thought about all the times I came home late from work and he was already asleep, or out with friends.
All the times I had to work weekends while he went out with friends or stayed home to watch sports.
Was he with her then?
I paced around the kitchen counter, my fingers trailing along the edge as I circled the envelope like a predator.
The house was empty and hollow.
Every footstep I took echoed against the hardwood floors.
The sun shone through the window, casting shadows across the floor and highlighting Chris’s messy handwriting on the envelope.
My phone sat heavy in my pocket.
I pulled it out and stared at the screen.
There was one unread text from my best friend, but I didn’t bother to open it.
Instead, I scrolled through our last conversation with Chris.
It was from this morning when he told me he was heading out.
I hadn’t replied to him then.
I didn’t know what to say to him.
The envelope sat on the counter, taunting me with possibilities of what could be inside.
A confession?
An excuse?
A goodbye?
I didn’t know which one I wanted it to be. My thumb hovered over his contact photo on my phone, the one we took on our anniversary dinner last year.
He had his arm around me and was smiling down at me with so much love in his eyes that I thought it would never fade.
I gripped my phone tighter until my knuckles turned white.
Just then, the door creaked open and Chris stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.
"Did you read it?" he asked, his voice a mix of apprehension and hope.
"No," I replied, my voice steady but cold, "I need to hear it from you first."
Chris shifted his weight between his feet, his eyes darting away from mine as he stood by the doorway to the kitchen.
I didn’t move from my spot at the counter.
The blue envelope sat between us like a barrier.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again before he started speaking.
"I wrote that letter because I couldn’t say these things out loud," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I crossed my arms over my chest and pressed my fingers into my skin until it hurt.
I didn’t say anything.
I wasn’t going to make this easier for him.
The clock on the wall ticked away, filling the silence between us.
Chris took a step forward but stopped when I shook my head at him.
The envelope sat untouched on the counter as he finally started talking.
"I never wanted to hurt you, but I know that doesn't change what I did," he admitted, his voice cracking slightly.
"Why her, Chris?" I asked, my voice breaking despite my resolve to stay strong.
"Because she reminded me of who I used to be before everything got so complicated," he confessed, his eyes finally meeting mine with a mixture of regret and vulnerability.
