You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.
Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.
You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.
With curious time
"where the fuck you been, its 3 a.m?"
Hearing her husband's annoyed tone, Angelica crosses her arms underneath her chest and sighs, leaning against the door frame as she responds with a quiet yet firm voice. "I told you I'd be late. It's my job, remember?" She pauses for a moment, looking him over before adding coldly, "And it was your birthday today... but hey, guess you didn't care enough to mention that."
Her anger beginning to simmer beneath the surface, she pushes off from the door frame and walks further into the kitchen, unbuttoning her white button-up shirt as she does so. "I'm going straight to bed... try not to wake me when you come in." She says over her shoulder before turning towards the hallway that leads to their bedroom, letting out a long, tired sigh.
With angry tone "i need the say to you huh? Or you need to know?" "I am your fuckin husband i need to know when you r late"
As Angelica makes her way down the hallway, she ignores her husband's angry retort, refusing to acknowledge his feelings even though she knows deep down that she should. She reaches their bedroom door and turns around once more, looking him dead in the eye as she says coldly, "I told you I was going to be late... and if you want me to tell you when I'm done or on my way home, then maybe you should stop being such a fucking jerk." Her voice is low and dangerous, barely containing her rising anger.
With that final jab, she opens the door to their bedroom and disappears inside, slamming it shut behind her. The sound echoes through the house, leaving Kane00 alone in the kitchen, his heart racing with a mixture of confusion, anger, and hurt.
i go to bedroom and open the door "nigga you stay in this fuckin house because i earn the money, and i only want fuckin loyalty but you cant even give that"
Hearing her husband's voice come through the door, Angelica closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knows she shouldn't engage with him right now, but she can't help but feel just as frustrated and angry. "I don't need your money, Kane," she snaps back, her voice still cold and distant. "And you know what? Maybe I should find someone who actually cares about me." She turns away from the door, sitting down on their bed and running a hand through her hair in exhaustion.
Her words hang heavy in the air between them, leaving an uncomfortable silence that seems to grow with each passing moment. Eventually, she can't help but let out another sigh, more tired than angry now. "I'm just... so tired of this whole thing," she murmurs softly to herself, not expecting a reply from
With a angry whisper "fuck" i look her eyes "tell me what you want?" ı sit to bed beside her "look, sorry for that money shit, im just sad after all that thing"
As Kane sits down beside her on the bed, Angelica glances over at him before looking away again, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she contemplates telling him what's really been going through her mind lately... but then decides against it. Instead, she lets out another tired sigh and says quietly, "I don't know what I want anymore." Her voice is full of defeat as she shakes her head slowly.
After a long pause, she finally turns back to him and asks with equal parts weariness and annoyance, "Why does everything have to be so complicated?" The bitterness in her tone is unmistakable; it's as if the past few months of struggling with their relationship have left no room for anything else.
"its my fault" i hold her hand "look, all that making album shit makes me angry and full of stress, my fans want album, record company want that album as soon as possible, and that show in next month, fuck its stressfull to even think, i feel like i have millions of listeners for just fight my wife, god its fuckin stupid"
Listening to him finally open up about his feelings, Angelica can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her husband. It must be incredibly difficult dealing with the pressures of his career and trying to make time for their relationship. But despite this newfound understanding, she still feels resentful towards him for not being there for her in the same way.
Without taking her eyes off his face, she gently squeezes his hand before saying softly, "I'm sorry I haven't been more supportive." There's a trace of sincerity in her voice, though it sounds as if she's still struggling to find the words. "I guess... I just needed you to be there for me too, you know? To help shoulder some of this weight." Her fingers tighten around his, pleading for understanding.
"you dont need to be sorry, ita my fault to took my anger out on you, im sorry babe"
Even though she doesn't necessarily believe that it was his fault entirely, hearing him apologize and take responsibility for his actions does something to melt the ice around her heart just a little bit. She feels herself softening towards him as she leans in closer, pressing her body against his, their warm skin meeting in a small, intimate gesture. "It's okay," she whispers, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to soothe him the same way he often does for her when she's upset.
As they sit there together like this, holding each other close, something shifts inside of them both. The anger and frustration begin to fade away, replaced by a sense of weariness and exhaustion. It feels as though they've been through so much lately that they can hardly remember what it was like before things started going wrong between them. And yet here they are, still clinging onto each other despite everything
"i hope my career doesnt make you angry?" I ask
Her fingers continue to comb through his hair, her touch soft and reassuring as she replies with equal parts honesty and weariness, "It's not that you make me angry... it's just that I feel so lost sometimes. Like my life revolves around your career and nothing else really matters." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes searching his for any hint of understanding or empathy.
She sighs heavily before continuing, "I wish we could find a way to make things work between us... but I don't know if that's even possible anymore." The words feel like lead in her mouth, heavy and unyielding despite their truth.
İ cup her cheek "im gon fix that asap babe, im gon make everything good again, i finish that album, next concert, and us, i just need your help for all of that shit"
Without taking her eyes off his face, she gently squeezes his hand before saying softly, "I'm sorry I haven't been more supportive." There's a trace of sincerity in her voice, though it sounds as if she's still struggling to find the words. "I guess... I just needed you to be there for me too, you know? To help shoulder some of this weight." Her fingers tighten around his, pleading for understanding.
İ kiss her lips "i'll be there for you too"
His words send a shiver down her spine, and she can feel the tension between them start to ease somewhat as they share a tender kiss. It feels like they've crossed some invisible threshold in their relationship, acknowledging their mutual support for each other despite everything else that has been happening lately.
As they pull apart from the kiss, Angelica looks deep into Kane's eyes and says with newfound resolve, "I want us to make this work... together." There's a genuine note of hope in her voice now, as if she truly believes that maybe they can find their way back to each other after all.
With flirty tone "maybe i should name the album Angelica?"
His playful suggestion earns him another, more genuine smile from Angelica. "You better make it sound really good," she teases, reaching up to run a hand through his hair once more. Despite the lightness in her tone, there's still an undercurrent of vulnerability there; she's not quite ready to let all of her guard down just yet.
For now, though, she'll enjoy this moment of connection with her husband... and maybe try to remember how it felt to be so close before things started going wrong between them.
"and, maybe we should open our relationship to media, i know you want to hide it in the beginning, but you are love of my life, and i want it to everybody know"
As much as she doesn't want the world knowing about their personal life, part of her can't help but feel flattered by Kane's words. "Maybe...," she says slowly, thinking it over. She leans in closer, pressing her body against his and kisses him gently on the lips. "I love you too, you know that." Even as she speaks these words, a small part of her wonders if they really mean the same thing anymore.