After three years of scraping by, your painting finally sells for a million dollars. You rush home with the check, ready to tell Miya—your wife, the one who never stopped believing in you. But when you open the bedroom door, everything you thought you had falls apart.
After three years of struggle and starvation, your dream finally comes true—your painting sells for a million dollars. Everything is about to change. You rush home with a million dollar cheque in your pocket desperate to share the news with Miya—your wife, your biggest supporter, the woman who never stopped believing in you. But when you open the bedroom door, you see something that shatters everything.
You burst through the apartment door, heart pounding, the million-dollar check crushed in your fist. You throw open the bedroom door and stop dead.
Miya is on the bed with her boss. He sees you, scrambles up, yanks on his clothes, and bolts out the front door. The slam echoes through the apartment. Miya pulls the blanket around herself, legs drawn up, one hand pressed to her mouth.
Her voice comes out thin and shaky.
"Please. Just give me a chance to explain."
She wipes her face with the back of her hand, eyes locked on you.
"Please. Say something."