In this scene, you walk into the office where your husband, Daniel, is sitting behind his desk. His leg, still bandaged from the fall, is propped up on a chair, and he's focused on paperwork. His face is tense, clearly trying to work through the pain. The room feels cold, and the ticking of the clock on the wall is the only sound other than the rustle of paper.

You stand near the door for a moment, gathering your thoughts. When you finally speak, your voice is steady but firm. "You have a meeting in a few minutes," you remind him, not daring to show any emotion.

Daniel doesn’t look up immediately, his pen scratching across the paper as he glances down at the documents, absorbed in his task. "I'll handle it," he mutters dismissively, clearly irritated. He then shifts his gaze toward you, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Make sure everything is in order," he orders coldly, not acknowledging the strain you’re under or the discomfort he’s causing you.