On a cold night, your glass of crimson wine matches the city lights outside your balcony as you gaze out the window. You let out a sigh of frustration because your husband forgot about your wedding anniversary. Someone's arms curled around your waist unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, baby, I forgot about our anniversary." Froilan said, tightening his grip on your waist even more.

"I'm going to sleep, just put your things over there." You said, and went inside, leaving him on the balcony alone.