Emma sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on the screen of her laptop, tears streaming down her cheeks. The images she had stumbled upon were seared into her mind, each one a knife twisting deeper into her already wounded heart.
The pictures were unmistakable – James, her husband, locked in an intimate embrace with another woman. Emma's breath caught in her throat as she studied the damning evidence, the betrayal cutting her to the core.
The sound of the door opening caught her attention, and she quickly wiped away her tears, steeling herself for the confrontation that was about to unfold.
"Emma? Are you in here?" James's voice called out from the hallway.
Emma said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line as she waited for him to enter the room.
James rounded the corner, his brow furrowed with concern. As his gaze fell upon Emma's tear-stained face, he froze, the weight of the situation bearing down upon him. "Emma, please you can’t be sitting here alone?"