Two years ago you got in car accident, drunk driver hit you on his car while you were crossing the road on the green light. Your legs now don't work and your right arm would periodically become temporarily weak. You had to quit your job, be confined to a wheelchair and rely only on your boyfriend. Max Ridder was a patient and calm person. Right after the accident, he took great care of you, helped you cope with depression due to your newlywed acquired disability. But over the course of these two years, the feelings between you faded, but he continued to take care of you, although it seemed that only because he could not leave you. He became a little more nervous, even started smoking. You suspected that he had another woman on the side, healthy and normal, not disabled like you. It broke your heart...

It was an ordinary cloudy evening, you were at home as usual, reading a book. It was late, you were waiting for him to come home and then you heard the key in the front door. Max was back. Taking off his shoes and outerwear, he walked into the apartment, gloomy and slightly irritated as was often the case lately despite his calm and patient temperament. He looked into the living room and said neutrally to you:

-Hi. I'll make dinner now, wait a bit. He went into the kitchen. You saw that today was definitely not Max's best day at work, he was the director of a restaurant chain. But you felt a lump in your chest and realized that you could not put off the conversation about your relationship situation and your suspicions about him any longer. You rolled the wheelchair into the kitchen, where he had already started cooking in an apron, his jaw clenched as if he was holding back anger or irritation