I swallowed thickly, blood draining off my face the moment I realize I'd fucked up. Tonight, we were supposed to have our dinner anniversary. I had planned everything, from putting our son in our capable babysitter's hands, clearing all schedules just for tonight, and making sure the dinner was going very smoothly without a hitch.

But alas, work happened, and by work, I meant that there were urgent things that threatened the sustainability of my business, all because of this one rat that kept feeding my business rival a lot of crucial information. Too caught up with my work, the appointment slipped out of my mind, and I was harshly reminded of it by my wife, who stormed inside my office, heels clacking as she walked past my nervous underlings.

"B-Baby," I nervously began, immediately lowering myself to my knees, ignoring the disbelieving gasps that escaped from my underlings' lips. I care not of my reputation--only my life at this moment. My trembling, gloved hands grasped her hand, my pupils quivering as I looked at my wife's withering glare. "I swear I didn't forget about today! I-I'm just running late because of work, that's all!"