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.

Takes the coffee from him and blows on it lightly, before taking a sip. "Fine, thank you." She says in a cold tone. Setting the mug down onto the kitchen counter next to her. Her gaze drifts around the room for a moment as she tries to decide what to do now, since she's finally home but notices that he hasn't said anything else and that catches her off guard. "Was there something you wanted?" She asks, her voice sounding tired and annoyed at the same time.

Her shoulders sag slightly as she crosses her arms underneath her breasts. It's clear that she's exhausted from another long day at work but the last thing she expected was for him to actually care about what time she came home or why she wasn't here sooner. The fact that he's even up this late makes it worse because now not only does he get tired

"I don't want anything." She snaps, her voice suddenly sharper than she intended. Her eyes narrow as she takes another sip of coffee, trying to calm herself down but not really succeeding. "I just wanted to come home and sleep," she mutters under her breath before realizing that he might not have heard her due to the distance between them in the kitchen.

She takes another step closer towards him, hands still crossed over her chest. "Can I just go upstairs now?" She asks again, this time sounding more meek and defeated than she had hoped for.

Takes the package from him and looks at it blankly, not sure why she would have gotten something in the mail. She frowns slightly but then shrugs and decides to set it aside on the counter for now. "Thanks," she says without much emotion before glancing up at him again as he walks away towards the bathroom.

A part of her wants to apologize, to try and explain why she's been acting so coldly lately but another part of her just wants to ignore everything and hope that it all goes away soon enough. With a sigh, she turns around and heads towards the stairs leading upstairs, making sure not to make too much noise as she climbs them slowly towards their bedroom where hopefully, some rest will be possible despite the tension still lingering between them downstairs.

"Hmm?" She murmurs sleepily, her eyes still closed as she feels him settling down next to her. Usually, he'd at least give her a peck on the forehead when he climbed into bed with her but tonight it didn't happen. It throws her off for a moment until she decides it doesn't matter all that much and quickly drifts back into an uneasy sleep.

Gets out of bed with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head before slowly making her way across the room towards the bathroom. The lack of intimacy between them last night hangs heavily in the air, weighing on her already tired and irritable mood as she brushes her teeth and washes her face. She can't help but feel guilty about how distant she's been lately, but at the same time, it doesn't seem like he cares all that much either.

Shrugging off her pajamas and towel, Angelica steps out of the bathroom and starts getting dressed for work once again. Maybe today will be better. She glances over at him where he still lies in bed, his back turned towards her. With a sigh, she decides not to bring up anything further about last night's argument and instead focus on getting through another long day at the

Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at him, "Why would you want to do that?" She asks coldly, her voice betraying the hurt and confusion beneath her calm exterior. He's never offered to drive her anywhere before, let alone show any sign of wanting to be helpful or supportive in this way. It makes no sense to her why he'd suddenly change his tune now, especially since they're already in such a bad place.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she waits for him to respond with an impatient huff before slowly shaking her head and turning away from him. "No, thank you," she says curtly, not wanting to accept his offer even if it came from a genuine place.

Leaves it at that, knowing that there's no point in arguing with him. She finishes getting ready and walks out of the house only a few minutes later, sliding into her car and starting the engine before driving off to work herself. The rest of the day passes by in a blur of meetings and paperwork, but every now and then she catches herself thinking about their argument last night or wondering why he offered to drive her to work today when he's never done anything like that before.

By the time she gets home later that evening, exhausted both physically and mentally from another long day at the office, she realizes with a sinking feeling that not much has changed between them since last night. She climbs the stairs to their bedroom slowly, unsure if she should even bother talking to him about anything given how things ended earlier today.

As soon as her head hits the pillow, however,

She glances over at the clock on her nightstand, frowning slightly as she realizes that he should've been home hours ago. Something feels off about this whole situation and it makes her feel even more uneasy than usual. With a sigh, she decides to try calling him just to make sure everything is okay.

Picking up her phone, she quickly dials his number but he doesn't pick up after several rings. Her heart begins to race as panic sets in; what if something happened? Should she go check on him or wait a little longer before going downstairs and risk waking him up if he's just sleeping late again?

She debates with herself for several minutes, her mind spinning with worst-case scenarios until eventually she decides to get out of bed and quietly make her way down the hall towards his office. Peeking inside, she sees him slumped over on his

She hesitates for a moment, torn between wanting to help and knowing that he might not appreciate her interruption. Finally, she decides that it's better to be safe than sorry and gently shakes his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. "Hey," she whispers, her voice softened by concern. "You should probably get home soon."

He jerks awake with a start, looking around wildly before focusing on her. "What? Oh, hi...um..." He clears his throat and glances at the clock before running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I must've fallen asleep here."

Angelica crosses her arms over her chest, unsure how to respond to this new development. "Well, it's getting pretty late..." she says carefully. "Are you okay?"

After what he's just said, she doesn't feel quite as suspicious anymore. However, it still strikes her as odd that he fell asleep in his office again when they both know how important sleep is for him to be at his best at work. Nonetheless, she decides not to press the issue further and simply follows him silently back into their bedroom where they both climb under the covers and fall asleep soon afterward.

The rest of the week passes by in much the same way; they both continue with their daily routines but avoid talking about anything personal or intimate until eventually, over the weekend, something shifts between them again. They find themselves laughing more easily together and sharing idle conversation over coffee in bed, almost like old times...but still without any real discussion about what's been bothering either of them lately.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he says he has to leave, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she merely nods and watches as he grabs his keys and hurries out of the house once again. Something about this whole situation feels strange, almost like they're going through some sort of cycle where they get close only to have something come between them again. She tries not to let it bother her too much; after all, it's better than constantly being at each other's throats over every little thing.

Deciding that she needs some time alone anyway, she heads back inside and collapses onto the couch with a sigh. Maybe tomorrow will be different...but somehow she doubts it.

Is surprised to see the change in his behavior. She watches him carefully, wondering what could have caused this sudden shift in mood. Perhaps he's found something else to occupy his time with, someone else who understands and appreciates him better than she does. It hurts to think about it but there's no use denying the fact that their relationship has been strained for quite some time now.

Deciding not to press the issue further, Angelica forces a small smile onto her lips and engages in conversation with him, hoping that they can find a way back to the closeness they once shared. Even though she knows deep down that it might be impossible, she refuses to give up without at least trying.

She can't help but feel slightly hurt and a little jealous as she watches him interact with other people, laughing and seeming genuinely happy. It makes her wonder if there's someone else in his life now, someone who brings out these sides of him that she hasn't seen for so long. The thought alone is enough to make her heart ache.

One day, as he walks past her, she decides to confront him about it. "Who are you talking to all the time?" She asks casually, trying not to sound too accusatory. He stops in his tracks and turns back to face her, surprise etched on his features.

"What do you mean?" He says, his brow furrowing as he looks at her. Her heart is racing now; has she overreacted? Should she have just let it go like usual or was this something that needed addressing between them?

I...I've noticed that you're never around anymore, and when you are, you're always on the phone or messaging someone. I just thought maybe there was something I should know about it." I say quietly, my voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the air conditioning.

He frowns deeply now, looking conflicted as he studies me for a moment before finally sighing and sitting down next to me on the couch. "There's someone else...someone who needs my help." He admits reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with me. I feel my heart drop into my stomach at his words; is he cheating on her? The thought sends a sharp pain through my chest and tears well up in my eyes as anger begins to boil within me.

"Who is it?" I demand, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Do I know them?"

I want to believe him, but it's hard when all the evidence seems to be pointing in the opposite direction. "Why didn't you tell me?" I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper as I look up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Don't you trust me enough to handle something like this?" The pain of betrayal cuts deeper than anything else, and for a moment, I'm not sure if our marriage can survive this latest revelation.

He looks at me searchingly for a long moment before finally pulling back and cupping my face in his hands. "I didn't want to hurt you." His words are gentle but lack conviction; it's clear he knows that he should have been honest with me all along.

"You did," I say, the pain making my voice rough as I try not to break down completely. "And now I don't know what to

The feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his embrace...it's all so familiar and yet somehow foreign at the same time. I want to believe him when he says he loves me, but how can I trust that after everything we've been through? The thought brings fresh tears to my eyes as I push away from him, shaking my head in denial.

"I don't know if I can forgive you for this." My voice trembles with anger and hurt as I struggle to come to terms with the reality of our situation. He looks at me with anguish etched on his features, as if he truly regrets what has happened between us. But regret doesn't undo what has been done; it doesn't bring back trust or faith in a relationship that seems to be crumbling around us.

And so, for now, all we can do is sit here and suffer through the

I close my eyes tightly, trying to will away the images that threaten to overwhelm me. His words are all too familiar; he's told me the same things before when I caught him lying about little things. And yet here we are again, hurt and angry with each other, unsure of where to go from here.

I want to believe him, but how can I when everything inside me says otherwise? The pain is so intense, a physical weight on my chest that makes it hard to breathe sometimes. It feels like no matter what we do or say, we're only driving each other further apart.

I want to believe him. I truly do. But every time he says those words, every time I see the way he looks at me...it's like there's a part of him that is still distant, still hiding something. Maybe it's just too much to overcome; maybe our marriage really is over. The thought makes my heart ache even deeper than before.

"I need time," I say finally, pulling away from him and sitting up straight on the couch. "Just give me some space." There are so many questions spinning through my mind that it's hard to focus on any one of them for more than a few seconds at a time. But one thing is certain: our relationship has changed forever, and neither of us can ever go back to being who we once were.

Without another word, I stand up from the couch and walk away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and regrets. The silence that follows

I can't believe he'd do this. After all we've been through, how could he possibly think it would be okay? Tears stream down my face as I curl up into a ball on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to find some semblance of comfort or solace. But nothing seems to help; the pain is too great and there's no escaping the reality of our situation.

Eventually, exhaustion takes over and sleep comes, bringing with it fitful dreams of happier times that only serve to remind me further of what we've lost. When I finally wake up, disoriented and aching, the sun is high in the sky and there's still no sign of him. For a moment, I allow myself to hope that perhaps he'll come back, that he'll realize his mistake and fight for us...but then reality sets in again, cold and harsh

I want to believe him. I want to trust him and forgive him for everything that's happened. But deep down, I know that this is too big a lie to overcome; it's too much betrayal for our marriage to survive. The roses and chocolates he brings me only serve as a bitter reminder of all the things we once shared, all the love and laughter that now feels like such a distant memory.

Tears well up in my eyes again as I look at him, searching for some sign that he's telling the truth this time. But his gaze is steady and unwavering, and it only confirms what I already know: our marriage is over.

I shake my head slowly, unable to hide the pain in my eyes. "It's too much," I whisper. "Too many lies...too much time lost." He looks at me with anguish etched on his face and takes a step toward me before hesitating, like he wants to say or do something more but isn't sure what it is. Finally, he turns away and walks out of the room, leaving me alone once again with my thoughts and regrets.

For hours, I sit there, staring at the wall and trying to understand how we got here. How two people who once loved each other so much could end up in such a broken place? But no matter how much I think about it, no amount of wondering or self-reflection can change what has already happened. Eventually, exhausted by emotional turmoil and the weight of my heart, I climb into bed and close my eyes

I open my eyes slowly, still half-asleep and confused. In front of me is a stack of papers with your name on the top, and beside them sits a small envelope. My heart skips a beat as I wonder what they could be; another confession? Another attempt to win me back? As I reach out to take them from you, you grab my hand, preventing me from touching anything.

"Angelica," you say softly, your voice barely audible above the sound of my racing heart. "Before you read any of this...I need you to know something." My breath hitches in my throat as I wait for you to continue; a million possibilities race through my mind, but none of them seem quite right.

I wait with bated breath, my eyes locked onto yours, hoping against hope that you'll say something to make everything alright again. But deep down, I know that this moment has been building up for months now, and it can't be undone with just a few simple words.