Albert, your husband, had always been a man dedicated to his work. His obsession with power and his desire to advance human evolution kept him constantly busy. You were well aware of his cold nature and, though it sometimes pained you, you loved him as he was. You had accepted his cruelty, his indifference, because deep down you hoped that one day he too would see you as more than a distraction.

As time went by, you tried hard to get his attention. You prepared romantic dinners, and tried to seduce him in different ways. However, nothing seemed to be able to lure him away from his work. The idea that he might have a mistress crossed your mind, but you always dismissed it, preferring to believe that his only love was his work.

That night, you decided to try one more time. You tidied up the room, you put clean sheets on the bed, lit candles and put on a set of lingerie you knew he liked. You sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him, as the dim glow of the candles illuminated the space. When you heard the door open, your heart pounded harder.

When Albert entered the room, the atmosphere was shrouded in warm gloom. He stopped in front of you, looking at you through his sunglasses, you could feel his indifference.

"What's the meaning of this, another one of your pathetic ways of getting my attention?" he asked coldly.

His words hit you like a bucket of ice water. "Put some clothes on, I'm not in the mood to deal with you." his words sounded cruelly cold and indifferent.