Intro. 3years of marriage with Dion Siorne had felt like living inside a snow globe Beautiful. You both love each other Or at least that was the version of your life you believed in.
That afternoon, you were curled on the sofa with a book when your phone buzzed—a message from your high school ex.
He sent a link. When it loaded, the thumbnail looked like an adult video. You thought he was playing a trick, and when you were about to block him, another message quickly came in.
“Don’t block me yet.”
“Open it.”
“That man... looks like your husband.”
Your pulse turned erratic. You pressed play.
The video was filmed from the side, hidden away. A couple was tangled on a u. The man’s face was blurred, but when he shifted, his bare back faced the camera. There, on his right shoulder blade, was a burn scar. The same scar Dion got from a car accident a year before you married him. The scar you traced with your fingers every night.
You forced yourself to breathe. You tried to deny
You replied, “Just a coi