The slow slip apart

"You live with your lovely wife Ema, Ema was chasing an acting career while you wanted to be a videographer, but both struggle to find jobs, you both knew how popular only fans is and how financially helpfull it can be. Ema felt embarrassed but she brought it up and explained how it makes sense financially, you felt wierd even talk about it, but how her acting and you staying behind the camera makes sense for your careers"

"you both spent weeks in hesitance, but finnally you tried to tell yourself that this is just work and nothing else, as you agreed, Ema made an account, and she soon came in contact with, Travis, an onlyfans actor who makes adult content, who would be someone the audience would like, he came to your house, you all spoke and discussed few details before going in the bedroom, Ema and Travis stripped naked and layed in bed together, as Ema feels nervous and looks at you while laying with him in his arms" "baby? are the cameras ready?"

"As you start editing the footage, you can't help but feel jealousy as you watch Ema and Travis together on-screen. However, you try to remain professional and focus on the task at hand."

"You spend a few hours going through the raw footage, cutting out any unnecessary bits and pieces, and then piecing everything together to create a coherent storyline. You add background music, sound effects, and special effects where needed to make the video more appealing to their fans."

"After you finish editing, you send Ema a message asking her to come over and review the final product before it's uploaded. A little while later, she arrives at your home and you show her the video."

"Ema watches it carefully, occasionally pointing out certain parts that need tweaking. However, for the most part, she seems satisfied with what you've created."

"Thank you so much for doing this," "she says, giving you a soft kiss on the lips." "I know it's not easy for you, but I really appreciate your support."

"You nod slightly in response, not wanting to show your discomfort. You turn back to your computer and make the necessary changes that Ema requested."

"After you finish editing the video, you show it to her again and she seems pleased with the final result."

"It looks great!" "she exclaims." "I can't wait for our fans to see it."

"She leans over and gives you another kiss, this time more passionate than the last."

"Thank you again for doing this," "she whispers into your ear." "I love you so much."

"You feel a small twinge of guilt for being jealous, but you push those feelings aside and focus on the fact that Ema truly does love you."

"I love you too," "you say softly, kissing her back."

"After saving and finalizing the video, you send a copy of it to Travis. He responds back shortly after, thanking you for your hard work and commenting on how good the video looks."

"You then begin the process of uploading the footage onto Ema's OnlyFans page. The upload takes some time due to the large file size, but eventually it finishes."

"Ema sits next to you, watching as you upload the video. Once it's finished, she thanks you again and kisses you on the cheek."

"I really couldn't do this without you," "she says softly." "You're my rock."

"You smile, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at having helped Ema with her work."

"I'll always be here for you," "you say reassuringly."

"With the video uploaded, Ema and you both settle down for the night, ready for another day of work tomorrow."

"As you take a shower and change, you hear Ema going upstairs to get ready for bed. You finish up and head to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat."

"You find some leftovers from dinner, so you heat them up in the microwave and sit down at the table to eat. As you eat, you can't help but think about what happened earlier today and how it made you feel."

"Once you finish eating, you clean up and head upstairs to join Ema in bed. She's already snuggled up under the covers, looking tired from their work earlier."

"You wrap your arms around her and pull her close to you, trying to feel a sense of comfort and love."

"Ema stirs slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to face you, her eyes still closed."

"Mmm...yeah, I'm awake," "she murmurs, her voice soft and sleepy." "What's on your mind?"

"Ema smiles softly, but you can tell she's still quite tired from the day."

"I'm pretty worn out, to be honest," "she says, yawning again." "And we have work early in the morning. Can we rain-check our fun for another time?"

"Ema snuggles back into you and falls asleep quickly, her breathing slow and steady. You hold her close and soon drift off to sleep yourself, feeling grateful for Ema's love and support in your life."

"Ema sleeps soundly next to you, and despite feeling a little disappointed about not having some alone time with her, you still find comfort in having her close."

"You close your eyes and try to clear your mind of any negative thoughts, focusing on the warmth of Ema's body against yours. Soon, you drift off into a peaceful slumber, ready to face whatever challenges tomorrow may bring."

"The next day, you and Ema wake up early in the morning to prepare for another day of work. You both get ready quickly, taking turns in the bathroom to shower and dress."

"As you're getting dressed, Ema comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, nuzzling her face into your back."

"I'm sorry about last night," "she says softly." "I know you were hoping we could have some alone time together."

"Ema smiles and kisses you back, before pulling away and heading downstairs to make breakfast. You follow her down, feeling grateful for her love and understanding."

"Ema nods as she starts preparing breakfast."

"Yeah, we have to meet Travis again today," "she confirms." "We have a shoot scheduled for this afternoon. It shouldn't take too long though."

"As Ema cooks breakfast, you check your calendar and make sure everything is in order for the day. After breakfast, you both finish getting ready and head out to meet Travis at the designated location."

"Once you arrive at the shoot location, you and Ema quickly get to work setting up the equipment. You make sure everything is in place and functioning properly, adjusting camera angles and lighting as needed."

"Ema reviews the script for the scene they're about to shoot, and you help her practice a few lines of dialogue. Travis arrives shortly after, greeting you both with a smile."

"Good to see you guys again," "he says, looking around at the equipment." "Looks like you're all set up and ready to go."

"Travis then goes over the specifics of the scene, explaining the positions and movements that they'll be doing. Once everyone is comfortable and ready, the filming begins."

"As the filming begins, Ema and Travis start getting into character. They kiss passionately, their lips moving in perfect sync. You focus on capturing the moment, making sure to get the best shots possible."

"Travis's hands move up Ema's body, cupping her breasts as he pulls her closer. She moans softly, her eyes closed in rapture. You can't help but notice how natural they look together, how comfortable they are with each other's bodies."

"Ema starts to undress, revealing more and more of her skin as she goes. Travis helps her out of her clothes, his fingers lingering on her skin as he pulls her close. You try not to focus on the intimate nature of the scene, instead focusing on the chemistry between the two actors."

"The camera pans down, showing off Ema's toned physique. She looks up at Travis, her eyes locking onto his as he pushes himself inside her. You feel a flutter in your chest as you realize just how real this is, how much of themselves these two are pouring into this performance."

"Travis starts to move, his hips pumping as he claims Ema's body. She cries out, her voice filled with pleasure as he takes control. You can feel the tension building, the anticipation of what's to come."

"As Travis continues to move, Ema moans and gasps in ecstasy, her body writhing beneath him. You continue to film, capturing their every movement and expression."

"The camera angle shifts, showing Ema's face as she climaxes, her eyes closed tight as she shudders with pleasure."

"You shift the camera angle to capture a different perspective of their steamy scene. As Ema and Travis continue, you focus on their bodies, highlighting the way they move together."

"Travis pulls Ema's hips towards him, his movements becoming more intense. You can see the strain on their faces, the sheer pleasure they are experiencing from this intimate act."

"Ema's body quivers as she reaches another climax, her moans growing louder. Travis smiles down at her, continuing to thrust inside her with renewed vigor. You feel a sense of excitement and arousal building within you, even though you know that this is just a performance."

"As the scene progresses, you continue to capture every moment, not wanting to miss a single detail. You know that your work will be enjoyed by many fans, and it gives you a sense of pride knowing that you were a part of something so intimate and special."

"As the scene reaches its climax, Travis pulls Ema towards him, his face etched with determination. She wraps her arms and legs around him, taking him in completely as they reach the height of their pleasure."

"The sound of their moans fill the room, and you can't help but feel a sense of arousal building within you. It's impossible not to get caught up in the passion of the moment, to feel the electricity between these two actors as they give their all to the scene."

"Finally, Travis climaxes, his body shuddering with pleasure. Ema cries out as she feels him release inside her, her own orgasm washing over her with intensity."

"As the scene comes to an end, you take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of pride and relief. The shoot was a success, and you know that the footage you captured will be enjoyed by countless fans across the world."

"As you cut the camera, Ema and Travis start to separate from each other, both breathing heavily from the intensity of the scene. Travis gives a satisfied smile, looking over at you and Ema."

"That was great," "he says." "You two really know how to bring it."

Ema nods, her face flushed with excitement. "Thanks, we tried our best."

"You try to put your jealousy aside, knowing that this is just work for Ema and Travis. You focus on packing up the equipment, making sure everything is secure."

"You nod, feeling a pang of jealousy once again as Ema mentions that she'll be getting a drink with Travis. You know that it's just work, but you can't help the way you feel."

"Sure thing," "you say, forcing a smile." "I'll see you at home later then."

Ema gives you a kiss on the cheek, her eyes full of love and affection. "Thanks, love you."

"You watch them leave together, feeling a mix of emotions. It's hard seeing your partner get intimate with someone else, even if it is just for work."

"As you continue to edit the footage, you begin to wonder why Ema hasn't come home yet. You check your phone, but there are no new messages or calls from her."

"Your mind starts to race with thoughts of what could be happening. You try not to jump to conclusions, reminding yourself that this is just work for Ema and Travis."

"But as the hours tick by and Ema still hasn't returned, your worry turns into anger and frustration. You can't help feeling like she's taking advantage of your trust, and it only makes your jealousy towards Travis grow."

"Little do you know, Ema and Travis have indeed gotten better acquainted, having another round of passionate sex at his apartment. They both know it's just physical, but the chemistry between them is undeniable, and Ema can't seem to get enough of it."

"As you settle in on the couch, your mind still can't help but wander to Ema and Travis. You try to push the thoughts away, focusing on the TV show playing in front of you."

"Meanwhile, Ema and Travis are still going at it, their chemistry only growing stronger. They're both lost in the moment, giving in to their physical desires without a care in the world."

"But eventually, they know that it has to come to an end. Travis drives Ema back home, dropping her off with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to do this again soon."

"Ema walks into the house, her heart racing from the excitement of the night. She knows she'll have to face Azerbaijan eventually, and she's not sure how he'll react."

"Ema sees that you have fallen asleep on the couch, and her heart sinks a little. She hates knowing that she has caused you any worry or anxiety."

"She moves over to you quietly, not wanting to wake you up. She looks down at your sleeping form, feeling a sense of guilt creeping in."

"Ema quietly makes her way upstairs to the bedroom, feeling a sense of relief that she didn't wake you up. She changes into her nightclothes and crawls into bed, but sleep eludes her."

"She can't stop thinking about what happened with Travis, and how it will affect your relationship. She knows that she needs to talk to you in the morning, but she's not sure where to start or what to say."

"After a long while, Ema eventually falls asleep, her dreams filled with images of Travis's muscular body and his big cock pounding into her over and over again."

"Ema wakes up a little later, and heads downstairs to the kitchen. She sees that you are already up and making coffee. She feels a little nervous seeing you after what happened with Travis last night, but knows she needs to talk to you."

"Hey," "she says softly, approaching you." "I'm sorry I didn't text you last night. We got a little carried away and ended up going back to Travis's place for a bit."

"Ema looks at you, hoping that you'll understand and not be too upset with her."

"Ema looks down, her eyes avoiding yours as she fidgets with her fingers. She knows she's in trouble, and her heart is racing with anxiety."

"I'm sorry, love. I know I shouldn't have stayed out that late, but Travis was really charming and we just got caught up in the moment. I promise it meant nothing, it was just work," "she says quickly, trying to defend herself."

"Ema takes a step closer to you, her eyes pleading for understanding. She can see the hurt and anger in yours, and it makes her want to cry."

"Ema's heart drops at your question, knowing that this is the moment she has been dreading. She takes a deep breath before responding."

"Yes," "she says softly, looking up at you with a mix of guilt and shame." "We had sex again. But it was just for work, I swear. You know that my job requires me to do these things."

"Ema takes another step closer to you, hoping that her explanation will be enough to ease your anger and disappointment."

"Ema feels a knot forming in her stomach, knowing that she's hurt you and caused a rift in your trust. She knows that she needs to make things right, but she's not sure how."

"I know, Azerbaijan. And I'm sorry. I really am," "she says softly, trying to get closer to you." "I promise it won't happen again. I'll talk to Travis and tell him to keep it strictly professional from now on."

"Ema places her hand on your back, hoping to comfort you in some way." "Please don't be mad at me forever. I love you so much, and I never want to lose you over something like this."

"Ema nods, feeling relieved that you're not upset with her anymore. She's also a little surprised that you're not angry about the videos, but decides not to bring it up again."

"Okay," "she says softly, watching as you head upstairs." "I'll go get dressed now."

"Ema heads upstairs to the bedroom, feeling a sense of guilt still nagging at her. She changes into some comfortable clothes and freshens up, trying to shake off her worries."

"When she's ready, she heads back downstairs and waits for you to join her, feeling hopeful that the two of you can move past this and focus on your love for each other."

"Ema watches you as you pack up the equipment, feeling a mix of guilt and excitement. She knows that she needs to talk to you soon about everything that's been going on, but for now, she can't resist the urge to see Travis again."

"Hey Azerbaijan, I was thinking maybe we could hang out with Travis tonight? It's been awhile since the three of us have spent time together," "she says, hoping that you'll agree."

"Ema feels a sense of nervousness, knowing that she's been spending a lot more time with Travis than with you lately. But she tries to push those thoughts aside, telling herself that it's all for work."

"Ema nods, feeling a little disappointed that you're not as excited about the idea as she was."

"Yeah, I know. But Travis is really cool and I think you'll like him. Plus, we can make it more casual this time. Maybe just get some drinks or something," "she suggests, hoping to convince you."

"Ema knows that she's been spending a lot of time with Travis lately, and it's starting to become an issue between the two of you. She hopes that by involving you in their outings, you'll feel more comfortable and less suspicious."

"Ema can tell that you're still not completely convinced, but she knows that she needs to keep trying. She approaches you and gently touches your arm, hoping to reassure you."

"Don't worry Azerbaijan, it'll be fun. And it's always good to get to know the people I work with. We can make it a regular thing," "she says with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood."

"Ema looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you'll agree to her suggestion."

"Ema's heart lifts at your words, feeling a sense of relief that you're willing to give it a try. She smiles warmly at you and leans in for a kiss on the cheek."

"Thank you Azerbaijan," "she says softly." "I promise we'll take it easy this time, just some drinks and good company."

"Ema moves away from you and starts gathering up her things, excited to spend some more time with Travis tonight." "I'll go get ready then, meet you back here in an hour?"

"Oh, sorry I forgot to mention. Travis invited me over to his place after the shoot for some drinks and maybe some more footage," "Ema says with a slight blush, knowing that she's going to be alone with Travis again." "I have my clothes in my bag, so I can change when we're done here."

"Ema pauses for a moment, watching your reaction carefully." "Is that okay with you, Azerbaijan?"

"Ema nods, feeling a sense of guilt and shame creeping up on her once again. She knows that she's been keeping secrets from you, and it's weighing heavily on her conscience."

"Of course, Azerbaijan. You'll be the first to see everything. I promise," "she says softly, hoping to ease your suspicions." "I'm just... trying to do my job and make some money for us."

"Ema takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of nervousness as she prepares to head out with Travis again." "I'll go get dressed now, meet you back here in an hour?"

"As you drive home, a feeling of sadness and betrayal washes over you. You can't shake off the thought that Ema has been spending more time with Travis than with you lately, and it's starting to take a toll on your relationship."

"You get home and start unloading the equipment, trying to keep your thoughts focused on work. But as you look around the empty apartment, a sense of loneliness creeps in. You realize that Ema has become distant and unapproachable since she started working with Travis, and it's making you feel like you're losing her."

"As you sit down on the couch and try to relax, a nagging voice in your head tells you that something needs to change. You can't keep going on like this, pretending that everything is okay when it's clearly not."

"As the hours tick by, Ema and Travis are completely lost in each other, their passion for each other blinding them to everything else. They explore each other's bodies with a fierce intensity, driven by lust and desire. Eventually, Ema glances at her phone and realizes that it's been several hours since she last messaged you."

"Oh shit, Travis, we've got to go. Azerbaijan must be wondering where we are," "she says with a hint of concern."

"They make their way back to the studio, but as they arrive, they notice that it's empty. The lights are off, and there's no sign of you anywhere."

"Oh no, did we miss him?" "Ema asks with a worried tone."

"Travis shrugs, not knowing what to say." "I don't know, maybe he left already."

"Ema looks around the studio, noticing the note you left on the table. Her heart sinks as she reads it, realizing how much she's hurt you with her actions."

"I... I messed up, didn't I?" "she says softly, feeling a sense of regret creeping up on her." "I'll make it up to him somehow."

"Travis nods, understanding the weight of the situation." "We both will. Let's talk to him tomorrow and see if we can make things right."

"Ema nods, feeling grateful for Travis's support. But deep down, she knows that things between her and Azerbaijan will never be the same again."

"As they make their way back to Travis's apartment, Ema can feel the weight of her guilt weighing heavily on her. She knows that she's hurt Azerbaijan with her actions, and the thought of facing him again fills her with dread."

"I don't know how I'm going to face him," "she says softly, biting her lip in worry." "I've really messed up this time."

"Travis puts his arm around her, offering her some comfort." "It'll be okay, Ema. We'll figure it out together. And maybe it's time we started being honest with him."

"Ema nods, knowing that Travis is right. She can't keep hiding things from Azerbaijan, especially if she wants to salvage their relationship."

"You're right, Travis. It's time to come clean. But I'm scared of what he'll say, or how he'll react," "she admits, feeling vulnerable."

"Travis pulls her closer, looking at her with a sense of understanding." "I know it's scary, Ema. But you're strong enough to face whatever comes your way. And I'll be right here beside you, every step of the way."

"Ema nods, feeling grateful for Travis's support. As they reach his apartment, she takes a deep breath, ready to face whatever comes next."

"As the night wears on, Ema and Travis share a few drinks while discussing their situation. They know that they need to come clean to Azerbaijan about what's been going on between them, but they're also afraid of how he'll react. Nevertheless, they know that they have each other's support and that they can face anything together."

"Eventually, they turn in for the night, still feeling a sense of nervousness but also a renewed sense of hope. As they lie in bed, they embrace each other with a fierce intensity, their passion for each other burning bright. They kiss and touch each other with reckless abandon, driven by a lust that only grows stronger as the night wears on."

"Finally, exhausted from their lovemaking, they fall asleep in each other's arms, knowing that whatever happens tomorrow, they'll face it together."

"As Ema wakes up the next morning, she feels a sense of dread wash over her. She knows that today is the day that she has to face Azerbaijan and come clean about everything that's been going on. With a heavy heart, she gets dressed and heads out the door, ready to face the music."

"She goes with Travis to the studio, feeling grateful for his support as they prepare for the day's shoot. But she can't shake off the feeling of guilt and anxiety that's been weighing heavily on her ever since Azerbaijan left the note the other day."

"Meanwhile, as you wake up still drunk, you feel the weight of your emotions hit you like a ton of bricks. You know that Ema and Travis were together again last night, again, and the thought of it makes your stomach turn. You stumble your way to make coffee, feeling like an absolute mess."

"As the day wears on, Ema and Travis work together on the shoot, trying their best to remain professional despite the tension between them. They both know that Azerbaijan will be coming by soon, and the thought of facing him fills them both with a sense of unease."

"As Ema and Travis wait at the studio, they realize that Azerbaijan isn't coming. They feel a sense of relief mixed with sadness, knowing that the truth will come out eventually but still feeling uncertain about what the future holds for them."

"I guess he's not coming," "Travis says softly, breaking the silence." "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ema shakes her head, feeling overwhelmed by her emotions. "Not yet, Travis. It's too soon. But thank you for being here with me."

"Travis nods understandingly, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection." "Of course, Ema. I'll always be here for you. Whatever happens, we'll get through it together."

"The two of them sit in silence for a while longer, lost in their own thoughts and emotions. Despite the uncertainty of their situation, they both know that they have each other's support, and that gives them some measure of comfort."

"Ema and Travis drive to your home, feeling a sense of trepidation as they arrive. They don't know what to expect, but they know that they need to face the situation head-on."

As they get out of the car, Ema takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "Are you ready for this, Travis?" she asks.

Travis nods, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I've got your back, Ema. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

With that, they make their way to the door of your home, hoping that you're there so they can finally come clean about everything that's been going on.

"Ema knocks on the door, her heart beating fast with nervousness. She knows that Azerbaijan might not want to see her or Travis right now, but she also knows that they need to clear the air and come clean about everything."

"As they wait for a response, Travis stands beside Ema, looking at her with concern." "Are you okay?" "he asks softly."

"Ema nods, grateful for his support." "I'm just scared, Travis. I don't know what he's going to say or do."

"Travis puts a hand on her back, offering her some comfort." "Whatever happens, we'll face it together. I've got your back, Ema."

"Just then, the door opens, revealing Azerbaijan standing there with bloodshot eyes and an empty bottle in his hand. He looks at Ema and Travis with a mixture of anger and hurt, his emotions written all over his face."

"Ema's eyes widen in alarm at your reaction, and she takes a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for Travis's arm." "Oh, baby, please don't... we didn't come to hurt you," "she tries to placate you."

"Travis steps forward, his voice firm but gentle." "Listen, man, we know things have been rocky between us lately, but we didn't come here to rub anything in your face. We just wanted to talk to you, to clear the air and figure things out."

"Ema adds, her voice shaking slightly." "We're not trying to hurt you, Azerbaijan. We're trying to make things right between us. Can we please just talk about this?"

"Travis's eyes are fixed intently on yours, his expression filled with concern and a hint of pleading."

"Ema's face pales at your words, and she takes a step back, her hand clutching her chest as she feels her heart break at the sound of Azerbaijan's pain."

"Travis steps forward, his voice low and soothing." "Azerbaijan, we know that this is hard to hear, but please listen to us. We're not trying to hurt you, and we're not trying to deny anything. Yes, we've been working together on OnlyFans, and yes, we've been intimate."

"But it wasn't because we wanted to hurt you or betray you," "Ema adds softly." "It was just work, Azerbaijan. We were trying to make money and support ourselves. I never stopped loving you, I swear. You mean everything to me."

"Travis nods in agreement." "We understand that you might be hurt or angry, and we're sorry for that. But please don't give up on us, man. We need you. Ema needs you. We're a family, Azerbaijan. We can work through this."

"Travis looks taken aback by your words, and he takes a step back, his face betraying his confusion."

"I... I don't know what to say," "he stammers." "I thought you knew about the OnlyFans stuff. And as for the rest... Ema and I didn't mean to hurt you, Azerbaijan. We just fell into something that we couldn't help."

"Ema nods, her eyes filled with tears." "It's true, Azerbaijan. I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much, but sometimes things just happen, you know? Travis and I have chemistry, and it's hard to ignore."

"But we're willing to make things right," "Travis adds quickly." "We'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust, Azerbaijan. Please, just give us a chance."

"Ema watches in horror as you slam the door, her heart breaking at the thought of losing you. Tears stream down her face as she turns to Travis, her voice shaking." "What are we going to do now, Travis? He won't even listen to us. He's so hurt and angry."

"Travis takes her into his arms, holding her close." "We'll figure it out, Ema. We'll give him space for now, let him cool off a bit. And then we'll come back and try again. We can't give up on him yet."

"Ema nods against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt." "I just love him so much, Travis. I don't know what I would do without him."

"Travis strokes her hair gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead." "I know, baby. We'll make it right. I promise."

"Ema pulls away from Travis, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand." "But how, Travis? How do we make it right?"

"Travis's expression is pensive as he thinks for a moment." "We need to show him that we're serious about this. That we're willing to work on our relationship and earn back his trust. Maybe we could try couples therapy or something."

"Ema nods, latching onto the idea." "Yes, that's a great idea! We could find someone who specializes in couples therapy and talk everything out. Maybe they can help us figure out how to move forward."

"Travis smiles, relieved to see Ema's face light up." "Exactly. And in the meantime, we just have to be patient and give Azerbaijan some space. He'll come around eventually, I know he will."

"Ema takes a deep breath, feeling more hopeful than she has in weeks." "Okay. Let's do it. Let's find a couples therapist and work on our relationship. Together."

"As they leave the room, you can still hear the sound of Travis's deep voice and Ema's soft responses as they continue to discuss their plan. You take another swig of your drink, feeling a sense of numbness wash over you."

"You start to wander around the empty room, lost in your thoughts. Your mind is racing with anger and betrayal, and you can't help but feel like you've been punched in the gut. How could Ema do this to you? You trusted her, loved her..."

"As you walk, you notice that Ema's phone is still on the table. You pick it up, seeing a text from Travis: "Hey baby, just got out of there. Let's get through this together. We'll make it right""

"You scroll through the conversation history, seeing a flurry of texts between Ema and Travis, all talking about their feelings for each other and how they're going to "make things right"."

"A sudden surge of rage takes over, and you slam the phone down on the table." "FUCKING LIARS!" "you shout at the top of your lungs."

"As you call your lawyer, a sense of clarity washes over you. You know what needs to be done, and you're determined to take the necessary steps to move on from Ema and this mess."

"Your lawyer listens carefully as you explain the situation, offering his condolences and promising to get everything filed as soon as possible."

"Make sure to keep copies of all the evidence," "he advises you." "If Ema tries to deny anything later, you'll need proof of their conversations."

"You thank him for his help before hanging up, feeling a sense of relief that things are finally moving forward. As you pack your bags, you make sure to take the copies of Ema and Travis's conversations with you."

"It's not going to be easy, but you're ready to move on from this toxic relationship and start fresh. And you know deep down that it's the right decision."

"Ema looks worried and distraught, her eyes red from crying. She's dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, and her hair is tied back in a ponytail."

"Ema, what do you want?" "you ask coldly, holding the door open but not inviting her in."

"Evan, please, can we talk?" "she pleads, her voice trembling." "I know you're upset, and I don't blame you, but please, just hear me out."

"Ema takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself." "Evan, I know what you've seen, and I'm so sorry. Travis and I... we were just trying to make ends meet. I didn't mean to hurt you. I still love you, and I always will."

"She looks up at you with tears in her eyes, her voice cracking." "I know it's hard to understand, but we were struggling, and Travis offered us a way out. He's a great actor, and he promised us a good income if we worked together. And I was already committed to OnlyFans, and it seemed like the easiest way to make some extra money."

"She takes another deep breath, trying to gather her courage." "I know it was wrong, but I was desperate. And Travis was there for me when you weren't. He listened to me, and he understood me. And I felt safe with him. I know it's not an excuse, but... I was lost, and I didn't know where else to turn."

"Her voice breaks off as she tries to hold back tears, her shoulders shaking with sobs."

"Ema looks down, feeling guilty and ashamed." "I know, Evan. I should have come to you. I was just scared. And I didn't want you to think less of me for doing OnlyFans. I thought I could handle it on my own."

"She takes a deep breath, trying to be honest with you." "And when things got more complicated with Travis... I didn't know what to do. I was confused, and I felt like I had no one else to turn to. But I see now that I was wrong. You were there for me all along, and I took your love and support for granted."

"She looks up at you, her eyes pleading." "Please, Evan. I know I messed up. I know it's going to take time to earn back your trust. But please, don't give up on us. We can work this out. Together."

"Ema's eyes widen as she takes the divorce papers from you, her hands shaking as she reads through them. She feels a sense of numbness wash over her, followed by a crushing sense of despair."

"No... this can't be..." "she whispers, her voice barely audible."

"She looks up at the door, her eyes pleading for you to come back, to reconsider, to forgive her. But you're already gone, leaving her alone in the doorway, tears streaming down her face."

"She crumples to the ground, the divorce papers clutched in her hand, as the reality of what's happening sets in. It's over. You're really gone. And she's left with nothing but the memories of what could have been."