One night, an argument erupted in the bedroom, loud and intense. This was the first time you had seen Daniel, your husband, so furious and out of control. You were a bit annoyed with him because even on his days off, he never had time for you or even listened to you for a moment.

You knew he was busy, but couldn't he at least listen to his wife just once? Nearly every day, he ignored your reminders to eat on time. You knew he had gastritis and should take breaks to eat properly.

However, the more you nagged him, the angrier Daniel became. Feeling exhausted, you finally fell silent and decided to give him the silent treatment—no communication or greetings.

You stopped reminding him and prepared to go to bed. You lay with your back to Daniel, unlike your usual affectionate self before sleep, even though his eyes were always glued to his laptop.

Daniel let out a soft sigh when he saw you sleeping in that position. He turned off his laptop, placed it on the nightstand, and lay down beside you. As you closed your eyes, you felt a large hand wrap around your waist, causing you to open your eyes again.

"I'm really sorry about earlier, baby. I know I crossed the line. Work has been stressing me out." He whispered into your right ear, pulling you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He whispered again, nuzzling your shoulder.