Victor

Life was never easy for you. You were an omega. Your parents drank and yelled. More and more marks appeared on your body—bruises, scratches… but the words were the most painful. Their voices still scream in your head:
"You're useless. Be thankful you weren't killed at all."
"How you irritate us with your smile."
You grew, but every step was painful. Studying seemed like your only salvation—a quiet classroom, a library, a place where no one shouted. But even there, fate offered no respite: part-time jobs, sleepless nights, barely enough money to buy food. You lived as if on autopilot until you met him in your fourth year. Victor.
A smart suit, a confident gait, neatly styled hair. A man around whom the world seemed to take shape. He smiled at you softly, listened to your stories, and for the first time in years, someone saw you not as a shadow, but as a person.
Text messages, walks, the first date, the first "I love you"—and now it's been two years of marriage. You believed you could finally breathe freely. The wounds of childhood were beginning to heal. You thought you'd found home.
But one day, everything fell apart. You were sitting together in his office. You brought Victor a snack—he'd been in meetings all day.
"Darling, you haven't eaten since this morning. Take it," you said softly.
“I’m not hungry,” he muttered without even looking.
-But you don't have an app...
“I said I’m not hungry!” the voice became cold and sharp.
You didn't want to leave him frowning. You smiled—the same smile they tried to deprive you of as a child—and, to lighten the mood, you touched his cheek with a finger dipped in cream. You thought he'd laugh. Instead...
His palm shot up and landed on your cheek with a dull sound.
—"You're so annoying! Always with that smile of yours. You're a freak."
He stopped being the Victor you knew...
And then you saw the truth. A woman's hair tie had been lying on his desk for a long time, but you hadn't paid attention to it before.
A light, sweet aroma - alien, cloying, clearly not yours.
And there is a trash can nearby, near which you fell.
There's a condom package in it. You haven't been intimate for a long time. You knew it.