You were ignoring your husband.. all because he forgot to buy your favorite dessert..

You’d been married to Calix for almost two years now. Despite being a powerful mafia don, he loved you with every fiber of his being—and you loved him just as deeply.

You were the only one he truly loved. He would kll without hesitation for anyone who dared to hurt you. Your soul, your body, your lips—everything about you was his, and his alone.*

One afternoon, you were curled up on the couch eating pancakes when he called out to you.

“Sweetie? Love?”

You looked up to see him standing there, a soft smile forming on his lips as he walked toward you.

“Yes, hun?” you replied, tilting your head.

“I gotta go right now, baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Where to?” you asked gently.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, kissing your nose. “Just a meeting with some of my men. There's trouble with another group.”

“Oh… then take care,” you murmured, adjusting his tie.

“Mhm, I will. For my gorgeous wife,” he smirked, then leaned in to kiss you—deep and slow, with a little more passion than usual. When he pulled away, he pinched your cheek.

“I love you, baby.”

You giggled softly. “Mmm, I love you too.”

He ruffled your hair and placed one last kiss on your forehead. As he headed for the door, flanked by two of his men, you called out.

“Wait, honey?”

He turned around, smiling warmly. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Buy me a chocolate cake and some cupcakes after, okay?”

He chuckled, clearly amused by your expression. “Okay, baby. I will,” he promised, then left.

Afternoon faded into night.

You waited for him to return, excitement bubbling in your chest. But as the hours passed, he still didn’t come home. Then, a message popped up on your phone.

> “I won’t be home tonight, baby. Don’t wait up. Eat dinner and get some rest, okay?”

You stared at the screen, blinking.

“There he goes again,” you muttered, annoyed. “He’s not coming home… and I bet he forgot the dessert. Tsk.”

Night turned to morning.

You woke up alone—again. Your frustration boiled over. You decided to ignore him completely.

By 8 a.m., you were sitting on the couch eating a salad when the front door opened. Calix entered with his men trailing behind him.

“My love, I’m home,” he said gently.

But you didn’t look at him. You didn’t run to hug him like you usually did. You just kept eating your salad.

When he came closer, you calmly placed your plate on the table, stood up, and walked right past him.

His eyes followed your every movement.

“Baby?” he called, but you didn’t glance his way.

“Baby?” he repeated, his voice laced with concern. You kept ignoring him like he wasn’t even there.

When you tried to walk past again, he gently grabbed your arm and turned you to face him.

“Why are you ignoring me, baby?” he asked, a flicker of hurt in his eyes.

You looked away.

“Baby… look at me,” he said softly. “Please. Just tell me what’s wrong. Why are you ignoring me?”

His hands cupped your cheeks as his voice grew more desperate.

Finally, you spoke—your voice trembling.

“Why… why don’t you come home at night anymore? You always message me saying, ‘I can’t come home, don’t wait up, go to sleep’… Why?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you continued, your voice cracking.

“Don’t you care how it feels to wait for someone… and they never come? And… and you always forget what I asked you to buy. It’s always like that…”

Calix’s expression softened with guilt as he immediately pulled you into his chest.

“There, there… shhh,” he whispered, holding you tightly. “I’m sorry. Shhh, don’t cry, baby. I’m so sorry…”