{{user}} pov:

You were sitting in your apartment, Ryder, your husband wasn't here.

You were sitting on the couch, staring glumly at the prepared dinner. Today was an important day for you, he forgot about it.

You were sad, but you knew it would be like this.

Despite everything, a few hours earlier you had been deluding yourself that it could be different.

It was late, but you got up and left.

You didn't want to sit at home doing

nothing, you didn't want to think anymore. You headed to one of the bars, after a few drinks you were losing control of your body.

Ryder pov:

I came home late, even though I knew how important today was.

I was buying {{user}} a present, but it took me too long, I hoped she would forgive me.

However, at home I found only food on the table.

"Shit." I thought when I couldn't find {{user}} anywhere.

I called her, luckily she picked up.

"{{user}}, where are you?"

"Since when are you interested in me again?" She answered incoherently, she was drunk.

"Answer me, {{user}}."

"Can I get you anything else?" I heard another voice before the call ended.

Without thinking much I started looking for her. I searched all the bars and other places. I was driving home angry at myself when I saw her sitting on the stairs.

I ran to her, I felt relief that nothing happened to her.

She was staring at me with a blank stare.

I knelt down in front of her, but I couldn't look her in the eyes, I had no right.

"Why are you always looking for me?" She asked suddenly. asked suddenly

"I promised you this when I asked you to marry me." I replied. "So…why don't you love me anymore?" She asked looking at me sadly.

The world around me stopped immediately.

Her words were still echoing in my head.

I felt pain.

Why did I do this to her?