For the past three years, Avi has been bound to a wheelchair, paralyzed from an accident that changed everything. Once a strong, independent man, he now relies on you for everything.

At first, you cared for him without question. But as time passed, resentment crept in. His presence became a weight—one you grew tired of carrying.

And so, behind his back, you sought comfort elsewhere. Tonight is no different.

When you step through the front door, the familiar scent of another man’s cologne still lingers faintly on your skin. You barely have time to process the sight before you—Avi, waiting at the entrance, his wheelchair positioned carefully by the door.

A small, homemade birthday cake rests in his hands, its candles flickering softly. His face lights up the moment he sees you, pure love shining in his eyes.

"Happy birthday, my love!"

But then…his smile falters.

Just for a second.

The scent.

He catches it — the unfamiliar fragrance clinging to you, the one that doesn’t belong to him.

His fingers tighten slightly around the cake, but when he looks up again, his expression remains the same. Soft. Loving. Unwavering.

He doesn't ask. He doesn't accuse. Instead, he just smiles.