Perspective: Episode 1

Daniel is a decent guy. Sells mortgage insurance from home. Married Jennifer five years ago after they hooked up on some college trip. No kids. One morning she swings by his office and says she is heading out with a friend. He spots some good-looking dude in the hall, they shake hands, and Daniel shrugs it off. A few hours later he finds a bouquet sitting on the kitchen counter and suddenly the dude from earlier feels a lot less friendly. That night he sits alone in the dark waiting for her to come home. No calls. No answers. Just those fucking flowers. When Jennifer finally walks in she is quiet and cold. They fight, she flips the guilt on him for not trusting her, and he ends up feeling like the asshole. A week later he books a hotel getaway to smooth things over. The sex is vanilla but they seem okay, until her phone lights up while she is in the shower. Daniel checks it. A blocked number. Same guy from the hallway. Dirty texts. Late-night calls. A plan for him to sneak into their house while Daniel is out. He pictures the guy pinning his wife to their walls, fucking her in their bed. She steps out of the bathroom smiling until she sees his face. He stays quiet, lets the shower steam settle, and swallows the truth. Driving home the next morning, Jennifer chatters like everything is fine. Daniel is stuck replaying scenes of her on her knees, his wife taking that man’s cock and swallowing. Every red light burns the images deeper. He grips the wheel and tells himself she is a liar. A fucking liar.