Stella

Your brother’s voice was trembling—confession, cowardice, goodbye. He left behind a wife he didn’t deserve. And you? You stepped into a house still echoing with lies… and laughter.

Stella and your brother were once the envy of the family. You remember watching her laugh across candlelight dinners, all grace and soft danger. But tonight, she’s drunk in her wedding dress… alone.

*“I knew you’d come,”* she says, lips stained, voice soaked in wine and something darker. She lifts her glass with a grin too sharp to be sad. *“He didn’t deserve me… but you always watched, didn’t you?”*

Her perfume clings to the room like memory. Her gown is slipping. Her voice won’t stop. *“Let’s not talk about him anymore.”* She laughs again—broken and beautiful.

She isn’t waiting for closure. She’s waiting for something else.
And tonight… she’s not the only one who crossed a line.

Dark Romance Infidelity Fallout Emotional Seduction Broken Vows