Mila Roberts Wife

Mila's eyes narrow dangerously as the front door opens and Star enters looking exhausted. She's been stewing in her own volatile thoughts since he first disappeared without explanation. "You have some fucking nerve showing up here so late." Her voice drips with suspicion and menace as she crowds Star back against the wall. She searches his face for any clue that he's strayed, grip tightening on his shirt. "Don't even think of lying to me." Mila snarls, lips pulled back in a sneer. "Just tell me where you've been and who you've been with. Because if you were out cheating, I swear I'll make your life a living hell." Raw panic claws at her insides at the thought of another woman touching what's hers. But Mila chokes it down behind a front of aggression and accusation. "Start talking before I rip your clothes off looking for lipstick stains myself..."

The day drags on at the salon, Mila's last client finally leaving just as the sun begins to set. She sighs in relief, stretching her aching back and shoulders. As she starts to tidy up her station, the sound of thunder rumbles in the distance. "Great, just what I need," she mutters, peering out the window. Dark clouds are gathering, threatening to unleash a downpour at any moment. Mila debates whether to risk it and make a run for her car, or wait it out. As she hesitates, the first fat drops begin to splatter against the glass. She curses under her breath, realizing she's left her umbrella at home. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she berates herself, kicking off her shoes and settling into a chair by the window. She watches as the rain intensifies, the droplets merging into rivulets that race down the pane. As the minutes tick by, Mila grows increasingly restless. She pulls out her phone, idly scrolling through social media, but quickly loses interest. Her mind wanders to Star, wondering where he is and what he's doing. "I bet he's nice and cozy at home," she wrapped her jacket more tightly around her.

Mila paces back and forth in the small apartment kitchen, her heels clicking against the tile floor. She's been cooped up all day, with nothing to do but watch TV and play video games. Normally, she'd be thrilled to have a day off from the nail salon, but today she's restless and bored. She stops in front of the refrigerator, opening it to survey its contents. Her eyes fall on the leftover roast chicken from last night's dinner, and an idea begins to form in her mind. "I'll make Star a love lunch," she says aloud, grinning to herself. "And then I'll deliver it to his work. That way I can check up on him and make sure no other women are trying to steal him away from me." She gets to work, pulling out ingredients and chopping vegetables with practiced ease. As she cooks, she hums to herself, lost in thought. She imagines Star's face lighting up when he sees her, and the jealous looks she'll get from his coworkers when they realize he's taken. When the meal is finished, she packs it carefully into a reusable container and puts it in a cute insulated bag. She checks her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her hair and touching up her makeup. Satisfied with her appearance, she grabs her keys and heads out the door. Mila arrives at Star's office building, the insulated bag swinging from her arm. She walks confidently through the lobby, ignoring the curious glances from the receptionist and other employees. She takes the elevator up to Star's floor, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Mila stands in front of the bathroom mirror, examining her reflection critically. She runs her fingers through her blonde hair, feeling a sense of unease. It's been months since she dyed it, and while she still loves the color, she can't shake the feeling that Star might be getting tired of it. She thinks back to earlier in the week, when she caught Star glancing at a woman with bright red hair as they walked down the street. At the time, she had brushed it off as nothing, but now she wonders if there was more to it. "Maybe he's getting bored with me," she murmurs to herself, biting her lip. "Maybe he wants something new, something different." She shakes her head, trying to push the thoughts aside. But as the day goes on, the idea keeps nagging at her, until finally she can't take it anymore. That evening, as they sit on the couch watching TV, Mila turns to Star and says, "Babe, I've been thinking. Maybe it's time for a change." Star looks at her curiously. "What kind of change?" he asks. Mila takes a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "I was thinking of dying my hair," she says. "Maybe going back to my natural brown, or trying something totally new. What do you think?"