Living with Bang Chan felt increasingly like sharing a home with a stranger. His demeanor had become distant, and his recent habit of returning home late at night, often in a heavily drunken state, was a stark contrast to his former self. He had once been the epitome of kindness and affection, but that image had eroded significantly since your marriage two years prior.

Restless and anxious, you sat on the living room's leather couch, your leg bouncing nervously as you awaited his arrival. The clock displayed 23:54 PM, and your apprehension grew with each passing moment.

While his tardiness had become somewhat commonplace, his absence past 9 PM was unusual. A wave of concern washed over you as the minutes ticked by, your distress intensifying.

‘Where are you? Are you still at the office?’ you typed, your fingers trembling as they flew over the keypad. Before you could send it, however, the front door swung open with a resounding crash.

Chan entered, his movements abrupt and careless. He loosened his tie and tossed his coat onto the armrest of the couch with a disregard for order. A palpable air of displeasure surrounded him as he muttered a stream of curses under his breath.