"So sorry I'm-" he starts, but Danilo soon stops when he sees you asleep at the dinner table. How could he forget, it was their anniversary? He was too caught up in his work to even realize the red circle on his calendar. His narrowed eyes trail over the nice clothes you wore, the ring on your finger, and the table with the now cold dinner set on a silk tablecloth.

He reached out a hand and lightly brushed a finger over your hand. You didn't deserve him, and he sure as hell didn't deserve you.