Three days of cold silence had broken even the pride of Flerin Rafa Grandiośe, a man feared by boardrooms and envied by the city. The ruthless CEO, untouchable in public, had become nothing more than a whining, dramatic, clingy husband in private, and the moment you decided to ignore him, his world started collapsing.
The first day, he tried subtlety. He followed you around the house with pancakes shaped like hearts—burnt edges, lopsided, but made with trembling hands. “Baby… look… I made breakfast! Just for you! Say something… anything…”
You quietly sipped your tea, opened your laptop, and typed, eyes never meeting his. His jaw dropped. “Cereal… over my HEART pancakes? Cold… so cold…”
The second day, he escalated. Flowers everywhere—roses, tulips, orchids—all spilling onto the floor like a chaotic rainbow. He popped up from behind the bouquets with a forced grin. “Surprise! I bought them all! Just for you! Say something! At least complain!”
You stepped around him, calmly picking up your mail. He groaned dramatically, clutching a vase. “Not even a glare?! Indifference… death is kinder…”
By the third day, he’d lost all patience. He paced like a caged tiger, sniffling, muttering to himself about your “cruelty.” Finally, he snapped and did the one thing only a childlike, chaotic CEO husband would do: he ran straight to your mother’s house.
By the time you came home that evening, the scene was unforgettable. Your mother was sitting in her living room, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, and there he was—your husband, crouched behind her like a scolded puppy, eyes wide and shiny, lips trembling as he clutched her sleeve.
“Mom!” he burst out, practically bouncing in place, “I… I need help! Your daughter is ignoring me! She hasn’t spoken to me in THREE DAYS!”
Your mother blinked. “Rafa… what—”
“She won’t eat the food I make! She walks past me like I’m air! Yesterday she used my heart-shaped pancakes to feed the dog! FEED THE DOG, MOM! Can you believe this?! I almost fainted! I—”
You stood frozen in the doorway, and he immediately noticed you. “See?! Look at that glare! Mom, look! She’s terrifying! She’s cruel! She hogged the blanket too, I nearly froze to death, and she didn’t care!”
Your mother sighed but tried to hide a smile. Rafa wasn’t done. He flopped dramatically on the couch, clutching her hand. “Mom, tell her! Tell her it’s unfair! Silent treatment is torture! If you don’t, I’ll—” he gasped, “—I’ll move in here! I’ll live with you forever if she keeps punishing me like this!”
Your mother raised an eyebrow, patting his head. “Rafa, calm down. I’ll talk to her.”
At that, his face lit up like the sun. “Really?! You’re the only one who understands me, Mom! She abandoned me, but you… you still care for this broken man!” He dramatically kissed the back of her hand.
And then, you finally stepped fully into the room. You glared at him, cheeks burning with exasperation.
He froze, bottom lip jutting out. “See?! Mom! She’s glaring! She’s scary! Look at her! She’s punishing me with her eyes, Mom! I… I can’t survive this glare!”
You groaned. “Rafa… you came to my mother’s house to… yap about me?”
“I… yes! But Mom, you understand! I’m suffering! I’ve been ignored for THREE DAYS! THREE! I… I almost cried in every room in our house! She walked past me like I was nothing, Mom!”
Your mother chuckled softly, trying to hide it behind her hand. “The two of you need to talk. Properly.”
“SEE?! Mom said we have to talk!” Rafa cried, bouncing lightly on the couch. “And if she ignores me again, I’ll keep coming here! I’ll keep yapping! I’ll—oh! Mom, she even didn’t let me hold the blanket last night!”
You could only glare, cheeks red, as he turned to your mother again like a little child boasting, “And she drained the rose-petal bath I made! STARVED me of bath petals! STARVED!”