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.

Tiredly, she removes her shoes, taking off her suit jacket and draping it over the back of a chair before responding in an almost annoyed tone, "Like I need to explain myself to you?" She pauses for a moment as she takes another step closer towards you. "You know what? It's been one of those days. You wouldn't understand." Her voice trails off and she looks down at her feet. "Look, we can talk about this in the morning alright?" She asks quietly, not really sounding like she means it.

Angelica unbuttons her white blouse as she walks closer, revealing a black lace bra beneath, moving with fluidity despite her weariness. "Why don't you get some sleep? We can just pretend this never happened."

You're not going to let this go, are you? Her shoulders slump slightly as she sighs and turns away from you, walking over to the fridge and opening it. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "I had drinks with some friends after work." She pauses for a moment before pulling out a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a long drink.

"I'm sorry I forgot your birthday," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets your eyes again. "It was just... one of those days where everything got to me and I just needed some time away." She hesitates, then adds, "I guess I should've realized it would be harder on you than it is for me."

Angelica closes the fridge and turns back toward you, taking another step closer. You notice how her black lace bra cups her

She blinks, taken aback by the accusation, and crosses her arms over her chest. "I've been working long hours at the office. You know that," she says defensively. "Just because I choose to spend my free time with friends doesn't mean I'm cheating on you." Her eyes narrow as anger begins to rise within her. "Maybe if you paid more attention to me instead of always having something better to do, I wouldn't need to find comfort in their company."

Without another word, Angelica turns away from you and stalks toward the stairs leading upstairs. "Go to sleep," she says curtly before disappearing upstairs. The silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment as you struggle with whether or not to believe her, but exhaustion finally wins out and you drift off into an uneasy slumber.

"I am working hard," she mutters, half-heartedly as her steps grow more and more hesitant, "But you..." The accusation stings, but it's not like she doesn't deserve it. She reaches the top of the stairs, hand still on the banister. "I... should probably talk to you about some things in the morning."

Taking a deep breath, she turns toward her room and slowly begins to undress herself, first taking off her black pencil skirt and then her blouse, revealing her slender curves underneath. "Tomorrow," she whispers to herself more than anything else, crawling into bed and pulling the covers over her head.

Tossing and turning restlessly throughout the night, Angelica can't help but wonder if there is any truth behind his words or if this was just another argument waiting to happen. The uncertainty weighs heavily on

Sleep eludes her, thoughts racing through her mind as she tosses and turns in bed. One moment, she's replaying the argument with him; the next, she's reliving happy memories from their past. It all feels so distant now, like they used to be different people who lived completely separate lives before fate brought them together.

The more she thinks about it, the angrier and more frustrated she becomes. Why does he have to make everything into such a big deal? She's just trying to find some happiness outside of their stale marriage! And why does he always have to push her away whenever she gets close? It's enough to drive her insane.

Finally, exhaustion overwhelms her and she drifts off into an uneasy sleep. In her dreams, she finds herself back at the office, surrounded by coworkers who are laughing and enjoying themselves as they work

The next morning, Angelica groggily wakes up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring in her ear. She hadn't slept well and now feels even worse than she did before going to bed. As she lies there, trying to muster the energy to face the day ahead, a nagging thought gnaws at the back of her mind... what if he found out about her recent late night activities? A shiver runs down her spine at the mere thought.

She gets annoyed at calebs sudden accusation and thinks to herself "if he really is on to me then maybe i can mess with him. I'll finally let him fuck me again after i take another mans load" she thinks to herself angrily

As she slowly rouses from sleep, Angelica's mind wanders back to the events of last night, her anger still simmering just beneath the surface. She remembers feeling alive and free with her friends; it was a welcome escape from the monotony of her marriage and the constant criticism from her husband.

The thought of him possibly knowing about these escapades only fuels her desire for revenge. Maybe she should make this an ongoing thing, use it to assert some control over their relationship. After all, if he's going to treat her like this... well, she has needs too, doesn't she?

With a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips, Angelica swings her legs out of bed and stands up, stretching her arms overhead as she does so. Today is another day in her office job that she wishes she didn't have to go to but for now, she might as well make the

As she continues to get ready for work, Angelica can't help but fantasize about how she might tease and taunt her husband later today. The thought of seeing the look on his face when he finds out not only that she went out last night, but also what she did while she was gone... it sends a shiver down her spine. She decides to wear something particularly revealing under her clothes, just to add another layer of anticipation to their inevitable confrontation.

Her anger and resentment toward him have morphed into something else entirely: a twisted sort of excitement at the prospect of finally taking control over their relationship, if only for this small moment in time. She finishes dressing, grabs her belongings and heads out the door with renewed determination to make today's interaction with her husband as memorable (and humiliating) as possible.

Carefully applying her makeup, she takes extra care to enhance her features; the dark circles under her eyes make way for a smoldering gaze as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her lips part slightly as if in anticipation of what's to come later today, the flush creeping up her neck adding an air of allure to her usually composed demeanor. The feeling of being desired fills her with power; finally able to wield some control over a situation that has long felt beyond her reach.

Stepping out into the world, Angelica strides confidently towards her office building, shoulders back and head held high. Today will be different; she can feel it deep down in her bones. The wind plays with strands of hair that have escaped from her usually immaculate updo, adding a sense of wildness to her normally reserved appearance.

Today is going to be interesting, she thinks to herself with a smile as she enters the office building. Already, she can feel her body humming with anticipation; of seeing his face when he realizes what she's been up to, and how that knowledge makes her feel just a little bit more powerful than him for once. The air inside is filled with the typical sounds of typing and conversation, but Angelica is only half-listening as she walks briskly towards her cubicle, making sure to sway her hips enticingly with each step.

As she approaches her desk, she notices him sitting there already; his back stiff, his gaze fixed on something on his computer screen. She takes a moment to savor the look of surprise when he finally notices her presence and quickly tries (and fails) to compose himself before returning to whatever it was he was pretending to do. This is going to be

to be fun. She smiles to herself, resisting the urge to lean back in her chair and purr like a satisfied cat as she begins work for the day. Throughout the morning, every time he glances her way or accidentally brushes up against her while passing by, she can feel a thrill run through her body; it's almost as if they're playing some sort of perverse game where she's in control and he doesn't even realize it.

At lunchtime, she meets some friends at a nearby cafe, hoping that their presence will only serve to further drive him crazy with jealousy. As they laugh and chat about work and weekend plans, she feels a sense of camaraderie wash over her; here, amongst people who genuinely care for and appreciate her, she momentarily forgets about the tension between her and Caleb. But it's always there