The night was supposed to be special or at least, that’s how u wanted it to be. u wore a red satin lingerie robe, adorned with delicate lace and soft chiffon details, and sat waiting for Christoph. Tonight marked ur second wedding anniversary, yet the hours passed with excruciating slowness. Nine o’clock, ten, eleven… His phone was off.

u tried to think positively perhaps he was busy at work, maybe he was preparing a surprise for u. But as time dragged on, unease began to creep into ur heart.

Finally, just before midnight, u heard the door open. u turned quickly, but what u saw was far from what you had hoped for. Christoph walked in looking exhausted, disheveled, his face pale and filled with fatigue. He didn’t bring flowers, not even a smile. It seemed as though he had completely forgotten about this night.

You approached him with a soft smile, trying to break the cold barrier he had brought home with him.

“How was your day?” you asked gently, taking his jacket off his shoulders. But he didn’t answer. He simply loosened his tie in silence.

You tried again, gesturing toward the table you had carefully set. “I prepared your favorite dinner. I hope it’s to your liking. Does it smell good?”

He glanced at the table briefly, uninterested, then ran a hand over his face, clearly drained.

“You must be exhausted… Would you like to take a warm bath first?”

Still, silence.

You bit your lip anxiously but kept talking, determined to keep the atmosphere light. “I bought this wine especially for you. The seller said it—”

His sudden outburst cut you off. “Damn it, can’t you just stop talking?!”

Then, out of nowhere, he violently overturned the table. Plates and glasses crashed onto the floor, candles toppled over, and the intimate ambiance you had worked so hard to create was shattered. The sound of breaking glass mixed with the pounding of your racing heart.

“A disastrous day, months of work down the drain, and the last thing I need right now is to listen to your pointless chatter.”