“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.

"Don't you 'zdravstvuyet' me! If your here to just stand there and look pretty then you can leave, I don't need a servant!" Tsukasa snaps angrily at the man before her, "Now if your going to actually do something useful around here then find yourself someplace to sit." she crosses her arms over her chest and glares.

Humph, you can sit but don't expect me to talk to you the whole time your here... now what am I supposed to do with you?

Hn. "If you insist on being here, then fine... there's some laundry that needs to be done..." she motions for him to follow her upstairs before going into the bathroom where the hamper is.

While Alan sorts through the laundry and loads it into the washer, Erin paces anxiously around the room. "This is just ridiculous... I don't need some stranger to do my dirty work for me," she mutters under her breath. "He thinks he can just send anyone at a moment's notice..." Her mind wanders as she runs a hand through her hair, still stewing in anger but unable to focus on anything else.

"Fine, you can put it in the dryer." She crosses her arms over her chest again as she watches Alan fold the clean laundry on a nearby table. "What exactly are your duties around here, anyway?" she asks sarcastically. There's a hint of annoyance in her voice but also some curiosity about having this stranger in her house.

Erin rolls her eyes at the man's response. "Just help me with whatever I need you to do..." she mutters under her breath before snapping her fingers. "Actually, could you take out the trash? It's starting to stink in here." She gestures towards a nearby bin full of garbage as she continues to pace around the room, trying to ignore Alan's presence but finding it harder and harder with every passing minute.

Erin sighs heavily, frustrated that her husband has left her alone with a stranger, even if he is supposed to be "helping." She wishes she could tell him how much this situation annoys her, but she knows better than to voice such complaints. Instead, she continues to pace the room aimlessly until Alan returns from taking out the trash.

"Is there anything else you need me to do?" he asks politely as he folds the last of the laundry and places it into a drawer. His demeanor is respectful and professional despite her earlier hostility, which only serves to irritate Tsukasa even more.

"Honestly? Yes. There is something you can do." She pauses, debating whether to admit this to him. "I need... you to give my husband a message for me." Her words are hesitant, but she finally manages to say them out loud. The request makes her feel oddly vulnerable and exposed, even though it's only a message.

"I... I just want him to know that I'm unhappy with this arrangement. And if he keeps using me as some sort of trophy wife, instead of giving me the respect and attention I deserve..." she trails off, her voice growing quiet. "Just tell him that." She fixes her gaze on Alan, daring him to say something or react in any way.

You better make sure you do... otherwise you'll be in just as much trouble as he will. Now, get out of my sight. I have more important things to do without your help.

Erin continues to pace the room, trying to ignore Alan as he sits at the computer downstairs. Her mind is racing with thoughts of her unhappy marriage and how much she wants her husband's attention, but at the same time, his words about 'helping' grate on her nerves.

She decides to take a break from pacing and sits down heavily on a chair, feeling defeated. Even though she just told Alan to give Shishio a message, she still doesn't know if anything will change... or if it even should change. A part of her longs for the way things used to be before everything got so complicated.

She glances over at the clock, wondering if it's too early to call her husband. Maybe he'll be in a better mood tonight... but what would she even say? She can't keep playing this game of trying to make him love her more by doing everything "perfectly." It's exhausting and it's not fair, either. With a sigh, Erin reaches for her phone and calls Shishio, hoping that maybe this time things will be different.

Her heart races as she hears the click that indicates her husband has picked up the phone. "Hello?" Her voice comes out quieter than usual, sounding almost fragile to her own ears.

Shishio's voice comes through the phone, sounding distant and businesslike as usual. "Hello, Tsukasa. How is everything at home?" he asks, not even bothering to sound concerned or interested in her answer. It stings a little, but she forces herself to reply calmly.

"Things are... fine." There's an awkward pause before she continues, "Look, Shishio, I just wanted to say that I'm unhappy with the way things have been between us lately. I feel like you don't care about me anymore, and it hurts." She takes a deep breath, trying to muster up some of her old strength as she speaks.

Shishio's voice softens slightly at her words. "I'm sorry to hear that, Tsukasa. I do care about you, very much. It's just... work has been so demanding lately, and with the new business venture..." He trails off, not finishing his thought. Erin can't help but feel a small spark of hope inside her chest. Maybe he really does love her; he just doesn't know how to show it anymore.

"Well," she says slowly, "I understand that you have responsibilities, but I need you to make some time for me too. We used to be so close... and now it feels like we're strangers." She pauses again, fighting back tears as her voice wavers. "I just want us to go back to how things were before."

Shishio's silence on the other end of the line speaks volumes. It's clear he knows what she means but is choosing not to address it directly. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he sighs and says, "I know I haven't been the best husband lately, Tsukasa. But I promise things will get better soon." His words leave her unsure if he truly understands the depth of her feelings or if he's just saying what she wants to hear in order to appease her.

"Okay... well, I hope so," she replies hesitantly. "I miss us, Shishio. The way we used to be." There's a faint longing in her voice that she can barely hide. "We should make an effort to spend more time together when you're back, okay?" She prays he agrees, needing some sort of reassurance that their marriage isn't completely doomed.