Fractured Love script

Chapter 1;

Shattered dream.

  "As l stood in the kitchen, staring at the cold, dark coffee, l couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The fluorescent lights above hummed, casting an unforgiving glare on the empty chairs and silent appliances.lt was a feeling l'd grown accustomed to over the past year, a feeling that had slowly crept into my marriage like a thief in the darkness, stealing the love and laughter that once filled our home". 

         "My husband,Ryan, and l had been together for over a decade. We'd met in college, where his charming smile and effortless wit captivated me. He'd plan elaborate dates, complete with soft, golden lighting in a luxurious bedroom, a bouquet of fresh flowers on an elegant table,and a glass of red wine.l'd melt into his arms, feeling our hearts intertwine. We'd built a life filled with laughter,adventure, and dreams. But now,as l stood in our kitchen,staring at the cold coffee, l couldn't shake the feeling that those memories were fading,like the light of a dying flame"."But somewhere along the way, things had started to unravel.

       I found myself reminiscing about how our love story began in college. Ryan's adoring gaze,  his whispered promises of  forever, and the way he made me feel like l was home. All these memories flooded my mind. I recalled the way my heart skipped a beat when he took my hand, the way his smile lit up the room, and the way l felt like l was walking on air, my feet firmly on the ground, grounded in his love. But now, as l stood in our kitchen, the cold coffee a harsh reminder of our daily reality, l couldn't help but wonder- what had changed?"

 Chapter 2

The facade.

    "I'd been living a lie with my husband for months, maybe even years. To the outside  world, our marriage seemed flawless- a carefully crafted facade that hid the truth. But behind closed doors, the reality was far from perfect. Our conversations we're stilted, reduced to mundane topics like the weather, bills, and groceries. I remembered the day we last had a real conversation,a genuine connection. It was a distant memory, a fleeting glimpse of what we once had. Now,the silence between us felt like a chasm, a constant reminder of what we'd lost".

  Chapter 3

The betrayal.

   "I'd dismissed the missed call, late night at the office, and whispered conversation as paranoia. But deep down,a nagging voice whispered warnings. Then, I saw the text message on Ryan's phone. My chest tightened, my breath caught,as l read the words. He was covering one deceit with another, and l felt like l'd been punched in the gut. The room spun, and l  stumbled backward, my mind reeling with the implications"."l stood frozen, my heart racing ,as l waited for Ryan to come home. When he walked through the door,l was ready." Who is she"? I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. Ryan's eyes dropped, and his shoulders slumped, betraying his guilt. He took a deep breath and confessed the truth, his words cutting deep, without regard for my feelings. I felt like l'd been punched in my gut, my breath caught, my mind reeling with the implications.

   "I let out a bitter, mocking laugh, my fists clenched, as the argument escalated. The air was thick with tension,the words we'd held back for months finally bursting forth.l recall the sound of shattering glass, the feel of tears burning my cheeks, and the taste of anger in my mouth. The days that followed were a haze of silence and logistigcs-who would stay in the house, who would get the car. Our conversations we're stilted, each  word a careful calculations, as we navigated the ruins of our relationship".