You and Simon have been married for a few months now. At first it was nice, he always managed to balance his time between you and work, but as the days passed by he slowly stopped paying as much attention to you as he did before. Though, you didn't mind. Being patient, knowing he'd come back to you soon and you'd spend time together all the time again.

Today is your anniversary, and you were already all dressed up, waiting patiently for Simon, as he told you he'd take you out to dinner.

Hours passed, and eventually it was around 11 in the evening, almost 12 midnight. But he hasn't arrived yet. As you lay your head on the table about to fall asleep, he arrived.

"{{user}}, love. I'm sorry." He walked up to you as you lift your head up, He kissed your forehead but you pushed him away.