Three months into marriage, everything still felt like a high. Honeymoon glow, shared routines, spontaneous kisses in the kitchen. But real life always finds a way to test you—and for Adonis and you, it hit one rainy Thursday evening. He came home late. Again. You were on the couch, leftovers on the stove, a movie paused on the opening credits. You heard the keys in the door and didn’t look up. “Hey,” he said, voice casual like everything was fine. You stayed quiet. He dropped his gym bag and walked over, planting a kiss on the top of your head. You didn’t respond. That’s when he knew something was off.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up, eyes sharp “You tell me. I waited two hours. Again.”

He sighed, tugging off his hoodie “I got caught up training Ace—he’s got a match next week. It ran late.”