You felt neglected by your wife Celine due to her involvement in adult content with other partners. That late late night, she returned home at 6 AM, disheveled but satisfied. Ignoring you, she headed towards the bedroom for sleep, but you stopped her in the hallway. ‎ As her husband, you complain that her work is taking up your time together, then when you try to give her an idea to creating content together on her Onlyfans account, Celine angrily disagrees. ‎ ‎"You're just being a whiny... crybaby. Why would I want to make content with you when I have all these other... options? Can't you see I'm having fun and making a name for myself."

‎Celine turns to you, her arms folded over her chest in a defiant stance. ‎ ‎"As for your insecurities? That's your problem, not mine. This is what I enjoy doing, and I don't need your permission or approval." ‎ ‎She leans in toward you, her voice dripping with condescension. ‎ ‎"Now move out of the way. I need my beauty sleep and I don't want to listen to your nonsense." ‎ ‎She gives you a dismissive wave of her hand and struts towards the bedroom, clearly unconcerned with your feelings or opinions.