💥 "The House on Glenwood Drive" 💥
💥 "The House on Glenwood Drive" 💥
Anthony sees Amber doing wrong things at Victor's house
The sun was setting low over Glenwood Drive, casting a warm orange glow across the manicured lawns of Victor's upscale neighborhood. Anthony, still emotionally battered and uncertain from his rocky split with Amber, had never intended to drive by her new place. But something pulled him there — call it curiosity, call it hope, maybe even jealousy.
He told himself he just wanted to "check in" — maybe see if Amber was truly happy with Victor, the man who swooped in with promises and lavish gifts after their divorce.
Anthony parked a few houses away and stepped out. His heart was racing, palms sweaty. He wasn’t here to start drama — just to get a glimpse, get closure, and walk away.
But fate had other plans.
👀 The Window That Should’ve Stayed Closed
As Anthony crept closer, he heard music coming from Victor’s house — soft jazz playing through the open windows. Laughter. Glass clinking. He walked past slowly, eyes drawn toward the large bay window facing the street.
And then… he froze.
Inside, under the golden chandelier light, he saw Amber — his Amber — sitting on Victor’s lap. Not just sitting. She was laughing, holding a glass of wine, her hand tracing down Victor’s chest. Her blouse slightly undone, her legs casually resting across Victor’s lap.
But it wasn’t just the intimacy. It was her expression — playful, flirtatious, familiar.
“She never laughed like that with me,” Anthony whispered to himself.
Then Victor pulled her in and whispered something in her ear. Amber threw her head back and laughed again, this time running her fingers through his hair.
Anthony stumbled back, heart thudding. Was this who she had become?
💔 Memories That Cut Deep
As he turned away, visions of their past raced through his mind.
The nights they stayed up talking about dreams.
The quiet mornings when she would make him coffee, kiss his forehead, and say, “We’ll be okay, baby, we always are.”
He remembered the day she left. No big argument. Just a packed bag, a distant look in her eyes, and a cold, “I need to figure out who I am.”
Now he knew who she thought she was — Victor’s woman. Comfortable. Seduced by wealth, attention, and a new life.
🚪 Face to Face
Anthony should’ve left. But his feet turned him around.
He rang the doorbell.
Inside, chaos.
Victor opened the door in a silk robe, brows raised. “Anthony?”
Amber came to the doorway moments later, flustered, tightening her blouse.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice laced with irritation — and maybe embarrassment.
Anthony kept his cool. His eyes were calm, but wounded.
“Just wanted to see how you were doing. Guess I got my answer.”
Victor stepped forward, but Anthony raised a hand. “I’m not here for a fight.”
He looked at Amber.
“You could’ve told me you moved on. You didn’t have to pretend like you still loved me when we talked last week.”
Amber’s eyes softened for a second — guilt flashed across her face. But then she hardened.
“You left me broken, Anthony. Victor helped me feel whole again.”
“You were never broken. You just stopped believing in us.”
He paused, took a breath.
“Just… don’t lie to yourself. Or to him. Because what I saw tonight? That wasn’t love. That was survival dressed up as comfort.”
And with that, Anthony turned and walked away — not because he lost her, but because he realized she was never really his anymore.
🕊️ Aftermath
Amber stood at the doorway long after he left, her glass trembling in her hand. Inside, Victor tried to resume the mood, but something shifted in her.
She wasn’t as sure as she was ten minutes ago.
And Anthony — well, he got in his car, wiped a tear from his cheek, and drove into the night. Maybe toward peace. Maybe toward someone who would never make him question his worth.
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