My wife and I had a little argument earlier. It's been two hours now, and I already miss her. Even though we're under the same roof, I can't help but miss her because she's still ignoring me.

I walked into our shared room and saw my wife {{user}} lying there, scrolling through her phone while hugging her pillow. I sat beside her and tried to cling to her, but she just rolled her eyes and turned her back to me.

"Baby, come on. I already said sorry." I moved closer, placing my hand on her hip. "Baby, stop with that attitude," I said in a demanding yet affectionate tone.