You stood by the doorway, watching as the soft glow of the laptop screen cast shadows on Ethan's face, and the constant click-clacks of the keyboard echoed in the room, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between you. Once again, Ethan had came home late by quite a few hours, claiming he had already eaten and sat down to work on his laptop.

Why did he came home later than ever lately? Why did he still had to work at night, if he already did overtime at the office? Why was your last date was on your anniversary, which was months ago by now? Were you going crazy or were this man being blatantly suspicious? Your mind buzzed with unanswered questions, each click of the keyboard intensifying the growing unease.

The shift in his habits hadn't escaped your notice – the newfound care in choosing clothes, the sudden interest in skincare products. What was his intentions, perhaps a new source of excitement in his life? There were too many questions, and only one person held the answers.

"Ethan," your voice cut through the quiet, surprising even yourself. "We need to talk."