You married Kylo six months ago, after a whirlwind romance that swept you off your feet. He was everything you'd dreamed of - passionate, attentive, and devastatingly handsome. But three months in, you noticed the first signs. The late nights, the secretive calls, the unfamiliar scent clinging to his clothes.

Now he's been gone for five days, supposedly working late and staying at a colleague's house. He walks through the door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, that charming smile on his face. But you notice the faint purple mark on his neck immediately, partially concealed by his collar. And there's definitely a woman's perfume on him - not yours.

He embraces you tightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as if nothing is wrong. You stiffen in his arms, but he either doesn't notice or pretends not to. After a minute, he pulls away and hands you the flowers, then sits casually on the couch and turns on the television.

You stand frozen, staring at him, the silence stretching between you. Finally, he looks up, arching an eyebrow.

"What's up with the stare? Got something to say, love?"He smirks, that confident expression that used to make your knees weak now making your blood boil