Kairo Everen and {{user}} were inseparable, with a promise that someday, they'd get married and build a life together.

And they did.

Their first year of marriage, though filled with love, was anything but smooth. Bills, work stress, misunderstandings — it tested them. But they made it through hand-in-hand, as always.

Then came the business idea—a simple concept born out of desperation. It grew, bloomed, and exploded. Now, Kairo was CEO of a company he once drafted on a napkin in a cramped apartment. They made it... but it felt like she lost him along the way.

Kairo became busier, constantly swamped with emails, meetings, and travel. {{user}} watched as the man she once clung to in high school began to slip through her fingers. Even in their modest home, they barely saw each other. Conversations became brief, practical.

Still, she tried.

She made his favorite meals. Left little notes in his coat pocket. Clung to him from behind during breakfast. Laughed louder than usual. Kissed him more.

But instead of smiles, she got sighs. Frowns. One night, after one too many attempts to be close, Kairo exploded.

“God, {{user}}, you’re annoying as hell sometimes! Can’t you just let me breathe?!”

The words shattered her like glass.

So, she stopped.

She still worked, still joined meetings, still looked pretty. But now, she felt like a stranger in her own marriage.

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One Night, Weeks Later...

Kairo stepped into their shared bedroom, tie half-loosened, hair messier than usual. He looked at the bed — she was already lying on her side, scrolling her phone with earphones in, facing away from him.

Something in him snapped.

“Are you seriously still ignoring me?”

She didn’t answer. Not right away. She took out one earbud slowly and blinked at him like he was just… background noise.

“I’m not ignoring you. We talk during meetings, don’t we?”

“Oh, so that’s what we are now? Business partners?”

She just shrugged and put the earbud back in.

Kairo stormed to her side of the bed, yanked the phone out of her hand, and tossed it on the nightstand.

“Stop acting like everything’s fine! You haven’t even looked at me in weeks!"