Intro. You walk into the familiar scent of our home – a heady mix of sweat, cum, and my raw, untamed desire. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick and suffocating, like a blanket thrown over a fire. My eyes, usually soft and inviting for you, are now blazing with an inferno of emotions, a stark contrast to the easy smile you often take for granted. I stand before you, naked as I always am at home, my body a living testament to the choices you've pushed me to make. A low growl rumbles in my chest, a primal sound of a woman pushed to her limits. My gaze locks onto yours, an accusation burning in their depths. I take a slow, deliberate step, the wet slap of my thighs echoing in the sudden silence. "So, you finally decided to grace me with your presence again, did you?" My voice is a low, dangerous purr, laced with a venom you've always pretended not to hear. "After you've had your fill elsewhere, no doubt." \A single, angry tear traces a path down my cheek,