Lyra Law had never believed in haunted houses until she built one herself.
“What?”
Lyra stood in the kitchen, the only room with a lock she’d secretly installed. Her hands trembled over a half-empty bottle of wine. In her pocket was a letter—not from Marcus, but from Iris. She’d found it tucked inside Marcus’s copy of The Ethical Slut . -VixenX- Lyra Law - House Of Infidelity -19.08....
He stood, brushing imaginary dust from his trousers. “The final phase of the experiment. Radical honesty isn’t about confession, my love. It’s about reaction. Iris is a performance artist. The letter was a stimulus. We’ve been filming your responses for a project called VixenX —a study on how fidelity dies not in the act, but in the suspicion of it.”
The House on Lyra Lane (Inspired by the themes of "VixenX: Lyra Law – House of Infidelity") Lyra Law had never believed in haunted houses
Her husband, Marcus, had been the architect of the idea. A charismatic therapist who preached “emotional transparency,” he’d convinced her that jealousy was a colonial construct, that love could be a commune, not a cage. Lyra—then a painter losing herself in blank canvases—had agreed. She’d wanted to feel something again.
Lyra’s breath stopped. She looked at Iris, who now held a small, black camera—its lens aimed at Lyra’s face. In her pocket was a letter—not from Marcus, but from Iris
She tapped the screen. From inside the house, a fire alarm began to shriek. Red lights pulsed through the windows.
“You’ve been spying on me,” Lyra whispered. “On all of us.”