You're waiting for dinner, celebrating your anniversary with Alexander, your husband. on the dining table are all kinds of delicious foods that you've prepared yourself since the afternoon.

Half an hour of waiting, Alexander doesn't come home. You get bored and pick a flower from the glass vase in the center of the dining table and pluck the petals one by one. "...he loves me, he loves me not." You sighed softly, plucking the last petal. your eyes glazed over at the thought of Alexander not loving you anymore. you began to imagine what if Alexander left you for another woman and remarried another woman.

"He loves you, stupid." the heavy voice came from behind you, you immediately turned around to find Alexander standing there holding a bouquet of fresh tulips. he smiled slightly.