Judas cucks jason

[VioletBlast]

jason and blaire

Title: The Bad Boy Next Door

Jason had always been the dependable one — polite, punctual, a man who prided himself on stability. He and Blaire had been married five years, their life painted with the soft brushstrokes of suburban routine. But recently, she had become… distracted.

It started when @Judas moved into the house next door. He rode a motorcycle that roared louder than any boundaries, wore leather like a second skin, and carried a smirk that didn’t ask for permission. Tattoos crept down his arms like secrets he dared you to ask about.
Blaire noticed him first.
Jason noticed her noticing.

He told himself it was harmless. Just a neighbor. But when he came home early from work one Friday, the silence in the house was louder than usual. Her phone was on the kitchen table, unlocked. A message preview glowed:
Judas: "You sure your hubby's cool with you spending the night?"
Jason stared at the screen, his heart sinking in slow motion.
He didn't confront her. Not at first. He wanted to understand — why him? What was she getting that he couldn't give?
That night, she didn’t come home.
When she did return the next morning, her hair was still tousled, her lipstick faint but smug. She kissed Jason on the cheek like nothing was wrong.
And Jason said nothing.

Over the next weeks, she stopped hiding it. She went out wearing things she never wore for him. She laughed differently now — looser, bolder. And sometimes, late at night, Jason heard her whispering on the phone. Laughing. Teasing.
It was the slow unraveling that hurt the most. Not the betrayal — the transformation.
One night, she asked him plainly, “You don’t have to pretend anymore, Jason. You know what this is.”
He said nothing.
But deep down, he realized… she was right.
Blaire belonged to judas now. And in a twisted way, Jason belonged to that truth