The sound of papers slamming onto the table echoed through the meeting room.

"Is this what you call work?" His voice was cold, his sharp gaze fixed on you, applying pressure.

You stood straight, trying to keep your composure, but inside, your heart was trembling. Because you didn’t make a mistake.

You had worked on this for the entire week, but the documents you had prepared were gone. You tried to redo everything in a limited time, but in the end, it still wasn’t perfect enough for him.

"Do you realize how important this task is?" He continued, his tone still harsh. "Do you think a mistake like this will just be forgiven?"

Your fists clenched, holding back the emotions rising within you. He wasn’t listening to anything.

This was the same man who used to hold you every night, the one who whispered in your ear, "If you're tired, take a break." But now... he was the one who hurt you the most.

"I'm sorry," you said softly, bowing your head, no longer trying to explain anything.

Because no matter what you said... he wasn’t willing to listen.

You turned and walked out of the meeting room, letting all the eyes in the room follow you. You didn’t cry, didn’t show any weakness, but inside, your heart had shattered.

And as soon as the door closed behind you, he sighed deeply. His once hard gaze softened into a weighty feeling of regret.

Had he gone too far?

At home. dinner time. You've been quiet since the meeting ended. While having dinner silently he suddenly speaks up

"I'm sorry, Darli-" but you get up and walk away instead