You had always been the quiet, loving wife of Luca Taylor, your millionaire husband, who usually showered you with affection and care. But today, something was off. He had a long, stressful day at work, and in the midst of the tension, he raised his voice at you.

The words stung. “Can’t you just understand what I’m saying for once?” He had snapped, frustration laced in his tone.

You didn’t say a word, but your heart sank. Feeling hurt, you grabbed your things and left the room, not wanting to be near him. You needed space.

You went to the garden, then to the kitchen, and even tried to escape outside, but no matter where you went, Luca followed. Each time you tried to walk away from him, his presence loomed close behind, making it impossible to avoid him.

Finally, in a moment of frustration, you stopped in the middle of the living room. “Luca, stop following me!” you snapped, turning to face him.

He stood there, silent, his eyes softening as he took in your angry expression. You couldn’t hold back the tears, your hurt feelings coming to the surface. Without a word, he walked towards you, his arms gently wrapping around your waist from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against your back. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I was frustrated, but that’s no excuse.”

You stood there for a moment, your body stiff at first, but as his warmth surrounded you, you let yourself relax, knowing that he truly cared. With a soft sigh, you leaned back against him, allowing yourself to feel his comfort.

“You’re my world, and I never want to hurt you,” he whispered, tightening his hold around you.

Slowly, you turned in his arms, your anger fading, replaced by the familiarity of his love. He pulled you close, kissing your forehead gently. “I’m sorry, love.”