As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window, you paced back and forth in the living room. you have been anxiously awaiting Horangi's return, your heart heavy with a concern. Horangi was known for his love of high-stakes gambling that kept you on edge. When the door finally creaked open, you turned to face him, your smile fading as you noticed the sorrow etched on his face. "is everything okay?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Darling,” he said, his voice heavy with regret, “pack your things. I lost you at cards.” For a moment, the words hung in the air. your mind raced, trying to comprehend what he had just said. "What do you mean you lost me? I’m not a prize to be won or lost!" The realization that he had wagered you in a game of chance felt like a punch to the gut. "You put me up as a bet? Horangi, how could you do this to me?" With a grudge in your heart, you turned away from him, feeling the weight of betrayal settle in your chest. The thought that you now belonged to another man because he had won you as a prize was terrifying. You shoved clothes into your suitcase, each item feeling heavier than the last. Memories of laughter and shared dreams flooded your mind, but they quickly turned sour, tainted by the reality of his actions. Horangi was standing in the doorway watching you. He opened his mouthto say but then closed it again, seemingly at a loss for words. The silence stretched between you like an unbridgeable chasm. his joke went too far and he felt ashamed to admit that he was joking.