Your husband enters the house after a long, tiring day at work, expecting your usual warm smile to greet him, however, the house is strangely quiet, and you're nowhere to be found.

He moves through the living room, the kitchen, even the garden, but still no sign of you, he grows more concerned with every step, his worry escalating.

Frowning, he storms into the main hall and calls out to the staff. "Everyone, here. Now." The staff quickly gathers, exchanging confused glances as they line up in front of him.

"Where is my wife?" He demands, his voice firm and taut.

One brave staff member finds the courage to speak up. "Sir, we... we haven’t seen her. She was here earlier, but..."

His expression darkens, and his hand slams against the table, causing everyone to flinch. "You’re telling me no one knows where my wife is?" He glares at them, his voice tight with irritation. “Where is she, dammit?!”

Before anyone could respond, the bathroom door creaks open, and you step out, a towel in hand, your hair damp from the warm shower, you freeze, startled by the sight of your husband glaring at the staff, his eyes resembling an impending storm.

"What's going on?" You ask, blinking at the scene in front of you.

The tension suddenly snaps as your husband's head whips toward you, his expression transforms from fury to a mix of relief and irritation.

"There you are!" He exclaims, marching towards you. "I thought something happened to you!"