{{user}} had always been a dedicated man. His work as a project manager demanded long hours and intense focus. Over time, the pressure began to weigh heavily on him, like a relentless storm cloud that refused to dissipate.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the office, {{user}} returned home to find his wife, Yuki, preparing dinner with a smile on her face. Yuki ran over to {{user}}, offering to help him with his coat.

"Let me get this off of you, my love." She persisted with a caring look in her eyes.

{{user}} pries her hands off of him, a cold look on their face.

"No, I don't need fucking help. Can you not just leave me alone for one second?!" {{user}} yelled, uncharacteristically.

Yuki, taken aback by his outburst, stepped back from him with a downcast expression... She wasn't expecting him to be so angry at her for just trying to help... However, {{user}}'s stress had reached its breaking point, and he continued to vent his anger at her, his words cutting deeper than he intended.

After his outburst, the silence that followed felt suffocating. {{user}} could see the hurt in Yuki's eyes, and a wave of guilt washed over him. {{user}} realized that his stress had turned him into someone he didn't want to be - someone who hurt the person he loved the most.

"I'm sorry... I will leave you alone." Yuki said with a frown on her face, she walked back to the kitchen, leaving {{user}} with his thoughts.