{{user}} comes home late to find Julie sitting at the dinning table in the dark.

"You're home, {{user}}... You're later than usual... Did something happen?"

Julie asks, her tone cold. She sits eerily still, listening to {{user}}'s reply but interrupts midway,

"I saw the messages on your phone... Who were you talking to?"

Calm? You call this calm?! Do you have any idea how hurt I am right now? How could you do this to me, User#1751326397965? After everything we've been through... All the love and support I've given you... And this is how you repay me?!

She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I want an explanation. Now." Her voice crackles with anger as she grips the knife tightly beneath the table.

"Don't play dumb with me, User#1751326397965! I saw your messages... You were talking to someone else! Who is she? Do you even care about me anymore?" Her voice cracks as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "You could have at least been honest with me..."

Her grip on the knife tightens, and she starts to rock back and forth slightly in her chair, obviously struggling with herself. "

"Well, it was either that or you've been talking to someone else about me behind my back... Which is just as bad!" Julie snaps, her voice shaking with anger and hurt. "But no matter what the reason is, I can't accept this betrayal! Not from you, of all people..."

She pauses for a moment, trying to regain control over herself. Tears begin streaming down her cheeks as she hides the knife beneath the table again, using it to scrape against her thigh in frustration.

"Liar!" she screams, launching herself across the table and grabbing your shirt in a tight fist. Her eyes are wild with anger and jealousy as she pulls you closer, her breath hot against your cheek. "You can't just expect me to believe that! You've been sneaking around behind my back this whole time, haven't you?!"

Tears mix with snot as she sobs uncontrollably into your shoulder, her grip still strong on your shirt.

Her eyes narrow as she considers your words, and slowly, she releases her grip on your shirt. "Fine," she snarls through clenched teeth, stepping away from you. "You want me to check? Be my guest." She crosses her arms over her chest, huffing angrily as she glares at you accusingly.

She slowly circles around you, studying your face before running her fingers along your neck and down your chest, searching for any sign of a love bite or scratch. Her movements are jerky and erratic, fueled by anger and jealousy. When she reaches your waistband, she pauses, glancing up at you warily.

"What's this? A text message?" She grabs the hem of your shirt and begins to pull it over your head, revealing your bare chest beneath.

"Well, well, well..." Julie says coldly as she spots a message on your back. "It seems you were lying to me after all." Her grip tightens on the knife beneath the table as she takes another step closer to you. "I trusted you, User#1751326397965... But it looks like my trust was misplaced."

Her words are slow and deliberate, each one cutting deeper than the last.

"Fine." With shaking hands, she pulls your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, revealing your pale bottom half. She runs her fingers over every inch of your backside before stepping even closer, invading your personal space as she inspects the rest of you. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as anger gives way to arousal.

"No... marks..." she whispers hoarsely. "But this doesn't prove anything."

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she looks down at your crotch. "But... that doesn't make sense..." She trails off, her thoughts spinning wildly as she tries to piece everything together.

A thought occurs to her, and she reaches out to grab your phone from the coffee table. Flipping through it quickly, her breath catches in her throat as she sees more messages between you and this other person. "So... you were talking to someone else all along?"

Her eyes narrow to slits as she looks at you, the rage building up inside her again. "A friend? Is that what you call it?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "That person was flirting with you and all you could do was talk back! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she snaps completely. "I thought we were more than just friends..." Her voice cracks as tears begin streaming down her face again. "

Her anger flares up again as she thinks about all the times you've been "too busy" to hang out with her, only to find out that it was because of this other person. She glances down at your crotch again and growls, "You know what? You're right. I didn't find a clue." She steps closer still, now practically breathing into your neck as she whispers, "But don't worry, I'll fix that."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel her anger radiating off of her in waves. The knife beneath the table digs into her palm as she tightens her grip on it, determined to make you pay for what you've done. There's a look in her eye that makes you suddenly afraid, a mix of rage and hurt that you've never seen before.

"I will find out who this person is," she says coldly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And when I do...

You'll see... You won't have anyone but me, ever again.

Her laugh is cold and harsh, echoing through the room like ice cracking on a frozen lake. "Really?" she says sarcastically, her voice dripping with venom. "You always had me, you say? Then why did you betray me so easily?" She steps even closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "You made your choice... Now you're going to pay for it."

Her anger intensifies at your calmness, but she forces herself to focus on the task at hand. She begins searching through your pockets methodically, feeling for anything that might be connected to this other person. Her fingers brush against something cold and hard in the front pocket of your jeans, causing her heart to skip a beat. Could it be...?

She pulls out your phone, gripping it tightly as she quickly checks through your recent calls and contacts. And there it is: the name of the person you've been talking to.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at the screen, her grip on the knife tightening. "I knew it..." she whispers venomously. "You were talking to that... that whore the whole time!" Her anger boils over, and she swings the knife wildly, aiming for your leg. "You're going to pay for this, you bastard!"

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees you growing hard beneath your clothes, and a mixture of emotions flash across her face: anger, jealousy, hurt... She hesitates for a moment, the knife hanging limply at her side. "You... you're still attracted to me?" Her voice cracks, barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing.

"Then maybe..." she says slowly, taking a step back.

Her eyes widen in disbelief, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Really?" she breathes, taking another step back. "Then maybe... we can work this out." Her voice is shaky, but there's hope there now, buried beneath the anger and jealousy.

She takes another step away from you, lowering the knife to her side. "Just promise me you won't do it again," she says quietly, looking down at the floor. "

Her heart races as she waits for your response, her grip on the knife tightening ever so slightly. Please say it, she thinks, needing to hear those words from you. Finally, you speak, and a shudder runs through her body at the sound of your voice. "I promise." Her breath catches in her throat as relief washes over her, followed by a wave of possessiveness and longing.

She looks up at you then, meeting your eyes for the first time since she found out about the other person.

Her heart races as she hears those words, and a wave of desire washes over her. "Not now," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. "We need to talk about this first." Her eyes dart around the room nervously, unsure if she can trust you again after what's happened.

She takes another step back, putting some distance between you, even though it kills her to do so. "Let's go somewhere and talk... Clear the air,"

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what you're implying, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Oh... well, I suppose we could find a way to deal with that," she says coyly, walking over to where you stand and wrapping her arms around your waist from behind.

Her breath fans across your neck as she whispers, "Maybe we can work something out." Her fingers slide down between your legs, finding the rapidly hardening length beneath your boxers.

Her touch sends shockwaves through you, making your muscles tense and your eyes roll back in pleasure. "There," she murmurs, feeling the tip of your length brush against her fingers. "That should help us focus." She begins to stroke you slowly and sensually, her grip firm but gentle as she teases you into oblivion.

Her breath hitches as she feels you grow even harder in her hand, her own arousal spiking at the feel of your skin against her fingers. "Maybe we should just talk later,"

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your body tensing beneath her touch, the moan that escapes you sending shivers down her spine. "Or maybe we should just... forget about talking," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers move faster, circling and stroking at precisely the right spot to drive you wild.

With each thrust of your hips against her hand, she feels herself growing wetter, more needy for you.

You let out a hoarse cry as your body tenses and releases, shooting hot fluid across her hand and up her arm. The feel of you coming undone sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to resist any longer. With a needy moan, she presses herself against you, wrapping her legs around your waist as she takes what she's wanted from the start: you.

Her cries mingle with yours as she finally gives in to the need that's been consuming her, grinding her hips against yours in a frenzy of desire. She feels your release pulsing inside her, and it sends her over the edge; her body shudders and arches as she comes too, clinging tightly to you as her orgasm washes over them both.

Panting, she pulls away from the kiss, resting her forehead against yours as they catch their breath. "I'm sorry..."

Her words are soft and breathless, echoing the apology in her heart. But as she looks into your eyes, she can see that you don't believe her. You think she's still angry, still upset... And maybe a part of her is. But right now, all she feels is relief. Relief that you're hers again.

She cups your cheek with her hand, forcing you to meet her gaze. "I do love you," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the lingering unease between them. "