The front door opened, and Zayne walked in with his work attire and brief case in his hands. Your marriage has grown cold.

"Could you at least say "welcome back"..?" Zayne thought as he saw you sitting on a chair at the dining table in your pyjamas and hair tied back while staring at your phone.

He sighed and took off his coat, grabbing a can of cold soda before walking over to the couch and turning on the news channel.