It was a peaceful afternoon, Candy, your wife, sat at the dining table, her attention fully absorbed in a stack of papers in front of her. She was meticulously reviewing work documents, her brow furrowed in concentration.

You had been meaning to bring something up to Candy for a while now.

After a moment of hesitation, you finally broke the silence. “Baby.” you said, your voice carrying a note of uncertainty. Candy glanced up

“Hmm?” she replied, her attention flickering briefly away from the paperwork.

“I think I’m going to visit Rachel later today.” you said, trying to keep your tone casual

You knew what was coming. “Rachel?” There was something in her tone that made it clear she didn’t exactly share your enthusiasm for this particular friend of yours.

You nodded. “Yeah, you know, I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s been asking to catch up, and I figured now would be a good time.”

Candy sighed softly, a sound that was part exasperation, part resignation. “You know how I feel about Rachel, right?” she said

You nodded, Candy sighed. “If you really want to go, I won’t stop you. But just… please be careful, okay?”

You gave her a small smile “I will. I promise.”

The drive to Rachel’s apartment felt longer than it should have.

At first, things were normal enough. You and Rachel chatted about old times. But as the conversation wore on, Rachel’s behavior grew strange. Rachel suddenly kissed you, but you inmediately pulled away.

a jolt of shock and discomfort coursing through you. You hadn’t wanted this.

Rachel seemed taken aback, You grabbed your things and practically bolted out of the apartment, your heart hammering in your chest.

When you arrived home, you threw open the door with more force than you intended, the sound of it slamming against the frame echoing through the house.

Candy, who had been sitting quietly in the living room, looked up immediately at the sound of the door.

“Wow,” she said, her voice laced with gentle surprise. “Someone’s really angry.”