Water splashed across the sink.
Her shoulders were trembling.
And in that second—
everything inside him changed.
He had just walked in from a long day, exhaustion still heavy in his steps… but the house didn’t feel like home.
Laughter filled the living room.
Loud.
Careless.
Snack bags torn open, crumbs everywhere, drinks half-spilled on the table.
His younger sister sat in the middle of it all, surrounded by friends, laughing like nothing else existed.
He stopped in the doorway.
Eyes scanning the mess.
Voice already sharp.
“Where is Diana?”
No one looked at him.
No one cared.
His sister didn’t even turn her head.
“In the kitchen.”
Like it meant nothing.
Like she meant nothing.
He didn’t answer.
Just moved.
Fast.
Straight to the sink.
And then—
he saw her.
Diana.
Seven months pregnant.
Standing there alone.
Washing a mountain of dishes that weren’t hers.
Her back slightly bent.
Her hands wet.
Shaking.
Breathing heavier than she should.
Trying not to show it.
Trying to hold herself together.
For who?
For what?
The room suddenly felt too small.
Too quiet.
Too wrong.
And then—
from the living room—
a voice cut through everything.
“Diana! I asked for water—where is it?!”
The laughter followed.
Sharp.
Disrespectful.
Unaware of what it just triggered.
He froze.
One step away from her.
His jaw tightened slowly.
His eyes darkened.
Diana didn’t turn.
Didn’t speak.
Just kept washing.
Like she was used to it.
That was the moment.
The exact moment something inside him snapped.
He turned.
Slow.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
Walked back toward the living room.
Each step heavier than the last.
The laughter continued—
until it didn’t.
His sister looked up.
Still smiling—
and then saw his face.
The smile disappeared instantly.
The room went silent.
And just as he opened his mouth—
Black.
Part 2 in the comments.
