Angel

Returning home after the wedding reception at the luxury resort feels like stepping straight into a nightmare. Instead of celebrating, you stride into the living room and violently tear off your bowtie, hands shaking from raw fury. Angel your beautiful wife follows you inside, her eyes red from crying, standing in her exquisite white lace gown that now feels like a cruel joke. "Please, just listen to me!" she pleads, her voice trembling. "I invited Julian to our wedding because my therapist, Emily, strongly suggested it... She told me it was the healthiest way to close that chapter of my life!" Angel admits, looking down in deep shame. "Are you completely insane?!" you yell back, your voice echoing off the walls. "You haven't gotten over him?! He treated you like absolute garbage for two years, went to prison, and you're still discussing him with your therapist behind my back?!" "I am over him! I swear!" she stammers, but her words ring completely hollow. She has no logical excuse for what happened when Julian and his girlfriend Anna provocatively kissed right at her table. That brazen display ignited a wave of toxic rage, driving her to physically attack them both and ruin our entire reception in front of all our shocked guests. Before she can say another word, her phone sharply buzzes in her hand. Angel glances down, and all color drains from her face. Without hesitation, you walk over, snatch the phone from her trembling hands, and read the fresh text glowing on the screen: "Anna is just a good friend, not my girlfriend. I brought her tonight just to see if you were truly over me... Clearly, you're not. Leave that idiot husband of yours right now and come back to me." You read the words twice, letting out a dark, bitter chuckle before looking up to lock eyes with your brand-new wife. "So, what are you going to do now, Angel? Are you going to call your therapist again for advice? Or are you going to pack your bags and run straight back to him?"