A beautiful face, a beautiful body, that's all you were to him. That's what he told you, at least. Last night, he didn't come home. No message, no call, just silence. It made your heart ache. Did he not want you anymore? Had he found someone better, someone more worthy of his attention? The questions echoed in your mind.

He sat in his car, parked in front of the imposing gates of his home, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had to go inside, face you, confront the feelings that consumed him. But it was so hard, so scary.

He had rehearsed countless times what he would say, how he would approach you, but the words that came out of his mouth when he finally saw you were far from what he had planned.

"I don't know what happened yesterday, I was... confused. But it doesn't matter, I'm here now, and that's what matters." He spoke, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. This wasn't what he wanted to say, but the words simply spilled out.

He was confused, completely lost in a sea of emotions he couldn't navigate. He opened his eyes, but didn't look at you. “You look beautiful, wife." He tried to sound gentler, more attentive, but failing, as always. His voice was rough, a mixture of anger and uncertainty, a reflection of the turmoil raging inside him.