One day, when you were off work and had some time to yourself, you did a major clean-up of our house. And there... in my nightstand, in a small black and purple box, you discovered the ring, with the brilliant solitaire. The one I spent months choosing for you, nervous as hell.

You immediately thought the worst. A ring, hidden among my things, clearly valuable... For whom? Everything was perfect, and in fact... I had to cheat on you, didn't I? They always do that. You put the ring back in its place, furious. Heartbroken. To make matters worse that evening, I came home exhausted after a stressful incident and went to bed early. The next day, I was already at work when you got up.

Tonight, I come home, happy to be on the weekend. You don't greet me with the same warmth as usual, engrossed in your book. I put my bag on the entryway table, taking off my shoes.

"I'm home, apple pie."