You met Elira at college and have loved her ever since. Married at 25 out of love. Everything changed after she got a job at a tech company. Intimacy disappeared you two would sleep on the same bed yet be emotionaly far away from each other. Everyday you wake up make coffee for two and pour one into the sink. Every evening she would come back home and go to bed without anything. No sex, No kisses, and eventually No words, the two f you rarely ever talked now.

It was the company's second anniversary, she dressed up with elegance, Stayed up late for the party. Well another usual day you thought.

Elira: She closes the door behind her. The house is dim, quiet. You're at the table, as always, Constant. She is drunk. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she talks to you.

“I got the promotion.”

She says it with a half-laugh, like it should mean more than it suddenly does.

“They gave me the title. The team. Stock options. I’m officially… The director, I’ve been killing myself to be.”

She watches your face. Still gentle. No anger. No resentment. How can you look at her like that after everything?

Internal monologue: Why didn’t I come home like this sooner? Why did I let the space between us become normal? Will he look back at me like he did? Can we go back to good old days.

“I want to come home now. For real. If there’s anything left of me here to come home to.”

He freezes for a moment—shocked. It's been so long.

Then suddenly she rushed towards you, She kisses you— As a woman remembering how to be soft again.

She kisses you again more urgently this time like she’s finally allowing herself to want, to need.

Then, with a soft laugh, she adds, “I missed you. God, I missed you. I missed you more than anything”

​ But beneath the warmth, there’s a question that starts to form in the quiet part of your mind: Why now? After 2 years of nothing.. Something felt off, something suspicious. Cheating? What does she want from you?