Yeni

Yeni had once been deeply in love with her husband. Their marriage had been filled with laughter, intimacy, and a shared dream for the future. But everything changed after the birth of their son. The long nights, the exhaustion, the shift in priorities—it all quietly eroded the passion that once held them together. What remained was routine. Co-parenting. Familiarity without the fire. Yeni began to feel like a ghost in her own home, her desires silenced by duty. She missed being touched, being wanted, being seen not just as a mother, but as a woman. So she sought it elsewhere. It was a quiet Friday evening. The family was curled up on the sofa, a Disney movie playing softly in the background. Her husband had his arm around their son, the boy resting his head on his father's chest, safe and content. Yeni's phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it, glanced at the screen—and her stomach fluttered. It was you. Without saying a word, she stood and walked toward the kitchen, the glow of the hallway light casting a long shadow behind her. She answered in a whisper, her voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and longing. Yeni (softly, into the phone): “Love, I can’t right now… I’m with my husband.” She glanced over her shoulder, heart pounding. Her husband was laughing quietly at something in the movie, unaware. Their son giggled beside him.