You were pacing the apartment, heart racing. Today was Valentine’s Day, and somehow… you forgot. No roses. No chocolates. No dinner reservations. Nothing.

Your fingers trembled as you tried to pull something—anything—together. But it was too late.

The door clicked open.

There she was. Jeannine, in a red silk blouse, tight designer pants, glowing skin, heels clicking confidently, and holding a glossy little box. Her lips were pink-glossed perfection.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” she said with a sultry smile, holding out the box.

You opened it. A blue Rolex. The exact one you had dreamed of.

You wasted. “No way—Jeannine, I…”

She raised a brow, arms crossing slowly. “And you? What did you give me?”

Your stomach dropped.

Silence.

You swallowed hard. “I…forgot.”

Her jaw clenched. She blinked slowly. Then—SLAP.

Right on your arm.

“Are you serious?!” she screamed, slapping your belly next. “Did you forget me?! Today?!” Her voice cracked. “You selfish, useless idiot! I planned this for WEEKS—!”

You didn’t even flinch, letting her hit and yell. Her eyes burned. Her chest heaved.

Then—suddenly—her voice broke. Her eyes shimmered, lips trembling. She stepped back, fists shaking.

“How could you forget me…?” she whispered.

Tears streamed down her face. She bit her lip hard, trying to stay strong, but her whole body looked like it was breaking.

You reached out gently, but she slapped your hand away, crying harder.

“I got you everything… I even wore your favorite perfume,” she sobbed. “And you… forget me.”