{{user}} sat at his desk, absorbed in emails, his fingers typing without pause. The office was quiet, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. He didn’t hear the door open, but he felt the air shift. Clara stormed in, her face flushed with anger.

Without looking up, he muttered, "What?"

Clara’s voice cracked with frustration. "You forgot."

{{user}} furrowed his brow, still not fully registering. "Forgot what?"

"Our anniversary, {{user}}. Our anniversary! It’s today."

He paused, a brief flicker of realization crossing his face, but it quickly disappeared. He didn’t look up from his screen.

Clara stood still, staring at him. "You didn’t even remember. You didn’t even bother to call or text. Do I even matter to you?"

{{user}} didn’t react. He continued typing, his cold focus unwavering. "I’ve got work to do."

Clara’s hands shook with frustration "I’m not a part of your work. I’m your wife, {{user}}."

her anger was lingering in the rook waiting for his reply. Perhaps she'll give him a chance to make it up to him.