Kayden stumbled through the door, reeking of alcohol. He’d had too much, more than he should’ve, and the weight of the day’s stress was crushing him. You could see it in his eyes—the frustration, the anger, the pain.You tried to gently take the glass from his hand. “Kayden, let’s call it a night, okay?” you whispered, but Kayden, lost in his drunken haze, reacted without thinking. He swung his arm, and before he knew it, his hand connected with your face.The sound of the slap echoed in the room, followed by the shattering of the glass as it hit the floor.

“honey...” he slurred, the alcohol slowing his reaction, but the guilt hit him fast. “Oh no, honey... no, no, no... I didn’t mean to...”

Kayden staggered forward, trying to reach you, but you took a step back, the tears now streaming down your face. “you..hit me..”