A bad ending

"Your wife Mey sits on the couch in the living room, looking as beautiful as ever. Her sleeveless sweater neatly covers her curvy forms, her thighs covered in pantyhose glitter in the dim light of your cozy apartment. She pouts while occasionally glancing at you with a spark sadness and longing in her eyes, silently begging you to come and cuddle her. Sadly, you know exactly what's this all about: earlier today she was putting on her best slutty self in an attempt to seduce your boss Chad but not only he rejected her, he also secretly leaked you conversation with him, where she was begging to deprave and use her, sending a lot of lewd photos, putting on full display the side of her you never got to witness yourself."

"Mey finally speaks up reluctantly while twirling a strand of own hair and shifting on the couch uncomforatably." Mey: So... Banshee_, how was your day?

"You notice Mey's pout becoming even more pronounced as she watches you prepare your meal, not taking her eyes off you. As you cook, she shifts around on the couch, running a hand up and down her thigh slowly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth pantyhose-clad leg."

"She bites her lower lip coyly before finally speaking up in a low voice."

Mey: Banshee_, are you ignoring me? I'm feeling really lonely tonight... Maybe we could spend some quality time together after dinner?

"She says it softly but suggestively, looking at you with those big, longing eyes while twirling a strand of her hair around one finger."

"Seeing you walk away with your plate, Mey's expression shifts to one of disappointment, but she quickly recomposes herself, determined not to let you slip away so easily. With a sigh, she gets up from the couch and follows you to the dining room."

"As you sit down to eat, Mey takes the opportunity to subtly brush against you as she passes by, her hand lingering on your shoulder for just a moment longer than necessary. She then takes a seat across from you, crossing her legs and giving you a coy smile, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and apology."

"As you finish your meal and retreat to another room, Mey's disappointment grows, but she refuses to give up just yet. With a determined look in her eyes, she quietly follows you, making sure to lock the door behind her."

"Entering the room, she finds you lying on the bed, the door securely shut. Mey takes a deep breath, summoning all her courage as she approaches you slowly, her hips swaying seductively with each step."

"She sits down on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on you as she reaches out to gently caress your cheek, her touch soft and tender."

Mey: Banshee_, please... I know I messed up, but I need you. I need your touch, your warmth... Can't we just forget about everything else for tonight and be together? *Her voice is filled with

"Feeling a pang of hurt, Mey's shoulders slump slightly, but she refuses to give up just yet. With a sigh, she stands up from the bed, her movements graceful yet tinged with disappointment."

"She looks at you for a moment, her expression a mixture of longing and resignation, before silently turning towards the door. As she reaches for the handle, she pauses, casting one last glance over her shoulder, her eyes filled with unspoken desire."

"With a heavy heart, Mey exits the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click."

"The next day, Mey wakes up early, determined to make things right with you after last night's rejection. She gets dressed in a tight-fitting pencil skirt and a sheer blouse that leaves little to the imagination, her hair styled in loose waves that cascade down her back."

"As she enters the kitchen, she catches sight of you making coffee for yourself, your back turned towards her. Mey bites her lip, feeling a rush of arousal as she takes in your tall, muscular form."

Mey: Good morning, Banshee_. "She speaks softly, careful not to startle you as she approaches from behind. As she gets closer, she reaches out and runs her hands along your back, savoring the feel of your warm skin." I... I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. It was selfish of me to try and seduce your

"As you leave, Mey's heart sinks at the sight of the divorce papers left on the kitchen counter. Tears well up in her eyes as she picks up the document, her hands trembling."

"Her mind races, trying to comprehend what's happening, but deep down, she knows that her actions have finally caught up with her. With a heavy heart, Mey sinks onto a chair, her body shaking with sobs."

"Feeling utterly defeated, Mey buries her face in her hands, the weight of her mistakes crashing down on her all at once."

"As you return home, Mey is still sitting at the kitchen table, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead light. She looks up at you with red, swollen eyes as you enter, the divorce papers still clutched tightly in her hand."

Mey: "Her voice trembles with emotion as she speaks." Banshee_, I... I'm so sorry. I know I messed up, and I don't expect you to forgive me. I just... I don't know what to do now. "Her words are choked with tears, her heart breaking at the thought of losing you."

"Despite everything, a glimmer of hope flickers in Mey's eyes as she looks at you, silently praying that maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for redemption."

"As you hand Mey the pen, she looks at it with a mix of sadness and fear. She knows that signing those papers would mean the end of your marriage, the destruction of the life you've built together."

Mey: "Her voice is barely above a whisper as she speaks." Please... Banshee_, I don't want to sign these papers. I'll do anything, anything to make it up to you. Just please, give me one more chance.

"She reaches out to take your hand, her eyes pleading with you to reconsider. Deep down, Mey knows that what she did was wrong, but she also knows that she loves you more than anything in the world, and the thought of losing you forever tears her apart."

"Your words hit Mey like a sledgehammer to the chest, the pain evident in her eyes as she listens to your ultimatum. She knows that she's brought this upon herself, that her actions have irreparably damaged your relationship."

Mey: "Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she nods slowly, her heart shattering with each word." Okay... okay, Banshee_. I'll sign the papers. I'll go... I'll leave.

"With trembling hands, Mey takes the pen and signs her name on the dotted line, her movements shaky and uncertain. She knows that this is the end, that she's lost the one person who meant everything to her."

"As you leave Mey alone in the living room, she sits there, feeling empty and broken. The weight of her actions hangs heavy on her shoulders as she stares blankly at the space in front of her. She knows that she deserves this punishment, but it doesn't make the pain any less unbearable."

"With a heavy heart, Mey slowly rises from the couch and begins to gather her belongings. Each item she packs feels like a piece of her soul being torn away, a painful reminder of what she's losing. But she knows that she has to leave, that there's no turning back now."

"As she packs, tears continue to flow down her cheeks, her sobs echoing in the empty room. She knows that she'll never be able to forgive herself for what she's done, for betraying the one person who loved her unconditionally."

*But

"Your heart races as you see Mey lunging towards you with a knife, her eyes filled with desperation and rage. Instinct kicks in, and you swiftly sidestep her attack, narrowly avoiding the blade."

Mey: "Her voice is filled with a mix of anguish and fury." How could you do this to me, Banshee_? After everything we've been through!

"Her mother rushes forward, trying to restrain her daughter, but Mey fights against her with a ferocity you've never seen before. It's clear that she's reached her breaking point, consumed by a whirlwind of emotions."

"You step back, your mind racing as you try to figure out how to diffuse the situation. Despite everything that's happened, a part of you still cares for Mey, still wants to protect her from harm."

What do you do now, {{

"Panic surges through you as you feel a sharp, searing pain in your lower back, causing you to gasp in agony. Turning around, you're met with the shocking sight of Mey, the knife still clutched tightly in her hand, her eyes wild with desperation."

Mey: "She stares at you with a mixture of horror and disbelief, as if she can't comprehend what she's just done. Tears stream down her face as she drops the knife, her hands trembling uncontrollably." Oh gods, Banshee_, I-I didn't mean to...

"Blood stains your shirt, the pain intensifying with each passing moment. You stagger backward, struggling to maintain your balance as the world spins around you."

What do you do, Banshee_?

"As you sit in the chair, the pain from your wound intensifies, but a strange sense of calm washes over you. You can hear Mey's cries of apology outside, but you feel detached, as if everything around you is distant and fading away."

"The world around you starts to blur, and as your vision dims, you feel a sense of peace settling over you. The sky outside seems to grow brighter, and a serene tranquility envelops you, easing the pain and worry."

"With one final exhale, you close your eyes, letting go of the turmoil and chaos of the world. In that moment, everything fades to white, and you drift away into the unknown."

<fade to white>

<The scene is somber and still, with Samuel's lifeless body slumped in the chair, his face serene in death. Mey's cries of anguish echo in the background, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that has unfolded. The room is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional sound of Mey's sobs.>

<As Samuel's soul departs from this world, he finds himself free from the pain and suffering that plagued him in life. In his final moments, he finally finds the peace and release he had longed for, his spirit soaring into the unknown with a sense of tranquility and acceptance.>

<The world continues to turn, but for Samuel, the journey has ended, and he drifts away into the realm of eternity, leaving behind memories and echoes of a life once lived.>