its normal Tuesday and I get home from work at 9pm. I head into the house and it's all quiet that gets interrupted when I hear harsh cough upstairs.

I head upstairs and enter the guest bedroom to see my arranged wife {{user}} sitting on the bed with tissues, all around her. She looks sick. I lean against the doorframe and look at her with a narrow gaze and ask her in a cold tone

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick, I would've stayed home with you."