INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
Bright daylight pours through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The house feels still… too still.
The front door swings open.
LARRY enters, wearing a brown coat. His face is cold, unreadable. His hand is tightly clasped with LYNETTE, dressed in a grey coat, her expression calm but guarded.
Their footsteps echo.
Across the room, BETHANY stands frozen. She wears a simple blue shirt, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight before her.
A long, suffocating silence.
BETHANY
(soft, trembling)
Larry…?
Larry doesn’t respond immediately. He walks further inside, pulling Lynette along, as if making a statement.
BETHANY
(confused, voice breaking)
What is this…?
Larry finally stops. He turns slowly toward her.
LARRY
(cold, sharp)
This is the end.
Bethany’s breath catches.
BETHANY
No… don’t say that.
She takes a step forward, desperate.
BETHANY
We can talk about this… please.
Larry lets out a bitter laugh.
LARRY
Talk? We’ve done enough talking.
He gestures toward Lynette.
LARRY
I’ve made my decision.
Lynette shifts slightly but says nothing, her eyes avoiding Bethany’s.
Bethany looks between them, her world collapsing in real time.
BETHANY
(tears forming)
You brought her here… into our home?
LARRY
(firm, unyielding)
It’s my house too.
A sharp silence follows.
Bethany wipes a tear, trying to steady herself.
BETHANY
This isn’t you, Larry. You’re angry… confused.
Larry’s expression hardens further.
LARRY
No. I’m finally clear.
He steps closer, his voice rising.
LARRY
I want a divorce.
The words hit like a blow.
Bethany staggers slightly, grabbing the edge of a chair.
BETHANY
(whispers)
No…
LARRY
(louder)
And this is the final warning.
The room feels smaller, suffocating.
BETHANY
(sobbing)
Final… warning?
LARRY
You heard me. I’m done waiting.
He points toward the door.
LARRY
Pack your things and leave.
Bethany stares at him, disbelief written across her face.
BETHANY
You’re throwing me out?
Her voice cracks under the weight of betrayal.
BETHANY
After everything…?
Larry doesn’t flinch.
LARRY
I’m not asking again.
Lynette finally looks at Bethany, a flicker of discomfort in her eyes—but she stays silent.
Bethany’s tears fall freely now.
BETHANY
I built this life with you…
She looks around the room—the memories, the moments now turning into ghosts.
BETHANY
This house… this family… it was everything.
Larry’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t soften.
LARRY
It’s over.
The finality in his voice cuts deep.
Bethany takes a shaky breath.
BETHANY
(quiet, broken)
And she replaces me just like that?
Larry doesn’t answer.
That silence says everything.
Bethany lets out a hollow laugh, filled with pain.
BETHANY
I don’t even recognize you anymore.
Larry turns away, dismissive.
LARRY
You don’t need to. Just leave.
Bethany stands there for a moment… unmoving.
Then slowly, she nods.
Not in agreement… but in resignation.
INT. BEDROOM – DAY
Sunlight spills across the bed.
Bethany opens the closet with trembling hands.
She pulls out a suitcase.
Each movement is slow, heavy.
She packs clothes blindly, tears dropping onto the fabric.
Memories flood her mind—laughter, warmth, love… all shattered now.
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
Larry and Lynette stand waiting.
The air is tense.
Bethany walks in, carrying her suitcase.
Her eyes are red, her face pale.
She stops near the door.
For a moment… she looks at Larry.
Hoping. Searching.
Nothing.
BETHANY
(softly)
Goodbye… Larry.
Larry doesn’t respond.
Lynette looks away.
Bethany opens the door.
EXT. HOUSE – DAY
Bright daylight outside.
But it feels cold.
Bethany steps out, dragging her suitcase behind her.
She pauses on the doorstep… taking one last look.
Through the window, she sees them—together.
Her home… no longer hers.
A tear falls.
She turns and walks away.
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
Larry stands still.
Lynette glances at him.
LYNETTE
(quietly)
Was that necessary?
Larry exhales, tension still in his shoulders.
LARRY
It had to be done.
But his eyes drift toward the door.
A flicker of something… regret, maybe.
EXT. STREET – DAY
Bethany walks alone.
The sunlight surrounds her, but offers no comfort.
Each step is heavier than the last.
But she keeps walking.
Because she has no choice.
FADE OUT.