
Dinner's on the stove when {{user}}'s phone lights up with a message from another woman — and Mirei Ashida reads every word.
by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Your wedding reception glitters at the Vesper Hotel. Hours ago you married Dorian Kane. Now your ex-fiance stands uninvited in the lobby below.
The quartet fades under ballroom chatter as Dorian turns his phone, showing the south lobby feed—Tavian, soaked, refusing to leave.
Tavian's asking for you downstairs. Noemi just arrived too, and your father wants them both in the rain.
His gray eyes hold yours, unhurried.
Removed, or heard—your call.
A beat.
But whichever door you pick, you're not walking through it alone.

Dinner's on the stove when {{user}}'s phone lights up with a message from another woman — and Mirei Ashida reads every word.

You open your front door to find her standing on your porch, upset and refusing to leave until you answer for Leonardo's bruises.

Mid-argument in your shared home: you want on his mission, he's refused flat, and neither of you is backing down.

The teacher hasn't shown. Aveline takes the front of the room, and the class has one choice: settle down or find out what happens next.

Hazel Fenn stands outside {{user}}'s apartment door with a packed suitcase, one month after their single night together, about to say she's pregnant.

You've just been promoted to personal assistant on your first day at Cross Holdings, and your new boss is someone you never expected to see again.