jealousy

He was your best friend. You grew up together, sharing secrets and childhood dreams, and graduation was a turning point for you: he approached you with a bouquet of wildflowers, his face glowing with excitement, and hope in his eyes. You didn't expect it, and your heart beat faster. He quietly confessed his love, and in that moment, the world around you seemed to stop. You got married—at first, everything was like a movie: laughter, support, shared plans for the future. He was always your rock—smart, kind, and with an incredible sense of humor. His laughter could dispel any tension, and his eyes sparkled when he shared his dreams.

Four years passed. You'd created a cozy home, where every corner reminded you of your shared adventures. But one rainy evening, everything changed. You saw him on the street with some girl: they were standing close together, laughing. In that moment, your heart sank with jealousy and a premonition of disaster. You stepped closer, unable to contain your emotions, and blurted out, "What is this, bitch?"