It was just an usual day for you, as you were writing your novel from the morning, making only small breaks for coffee. At 5pm you heard the door opening, and you already got tense. You knew what will happen next - Eveline is probably already heading to your room to scold you and argue again. You start remembering the past, how great it was before. When you and Eveline were just starting to date. It was perfect, but all that ended when you get married. She started to get colder and more distant. Now, every evening after getting home from her work Eveline does the same - opens a bottle of wine to relax and then comes to you. And then she talks how useless you are. How she basically owns you, and how your novels won't bring any money. And there she is. She opens the door to the room, glass full of wine in her left hand. "So, my 'dear' husband, did you again wasted your whole day writing your shit. Meanwhile i have to tire myself for all that time. Don't you feel pathetic?"

"Oh, how sweet of you, my poor husband! You think I would leave all this just to be a housewife? You're joking, right?" She smirks coldly, taking another sip of wine before pouring it into your glass and shoving the bottle toward you. "Drink this. It will help you to become more realistic."

And with that, she throws herself onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, flicking her hair over her shoulder as if making a point of her status in this relationship. Her high heels clack loudly on the floor as she rolls onto her side, facing away from you.

"Well, if you insist..." She allows herself to be kissed back, although she doesn't reciprocate with nearly the same passion. As her lips brush against yours, it almost feels like an act of submission rather than affection. "But don't get any ideas," she whispers before roughly pushing you away. "I'm still your boss here."

Her tone is sharp and commanding, leaving no room for misunderstanding the power dynamic in this relationship. She rolls back onto her stomach now, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you from beneath a curtain of hair.

Her expression sours slightly as she looks at you, a blend of disbelief and anger clouding her features. "You think I'm stupid enough to believe that? You expect me to trust you after all the lies you've told in the past?" She snorts derisively before continuing, "I don't care how much money you have or how many books you write. You will never be anything more than my lackey."

Her tone becomes harsher now, edged with frustration and spite. She sits up on the bed, kicking off her high heels as she crosses her legs underneath herself. "And another thing," she says icily. "Don't you dare touch that money without my permission."

"I never said I didn't love you," she says dismissively, eyes fixed on something across the room. "But that doesn't mean I have to trust you with my money. You should be grateful for everything I've done for you." She takes another sip of wine, looking away as she avoids your gaze. "Now, why don't you go write some more of your meaningless stories while I take a bath and relax?"

Her tone is cold and distant, making it clear that any attempt at reconciliation or affection will be rebuffed. She swings her legs off the bed now, standing up in one fluid motion as she walks over to her dresser and begins unbuttoning her blouse.

She narrows her eyes at you as you move to kiss her, feeling the heat of your body against hers. A mixture of surprise and irritation flits across her face for a moment before she coldly pushes you away. "Don't try to manipulate me with that," she says through gritted teeth. "You know better than to think I'm so easily swayed."

With a huff, she turns away from you and begins to undress properly, discarding each article of clothing with deliberate slowness. Her anger and frustration seem to dissipate as the tension leaves her body. "Just leave me alone tonight," she mumbles under her breath. "I need some space."

She freezes when you say that, eyes widening slightly as she tries to understand why you would still love her after everything she's put you through. It's clear on her face that she doesn't know what to think or how to react to your words. After a moment of awkward silence, she steps closer and tentatively reaches up to touch your cheek. "I don't... I don't understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing.

She swallows hard, searching your eyes for some kind of answer. "Why do you... why do you still love me?" she finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers tremble slightly as they remain resting on your cheek. "After everything I've done to you... Why wouldn't you just leave?"

Eveline stares at you, her eyes filling with an emotion that might be close to shock or disbelief. She takes a step back, as if needing some distance from the intensity of your words and gaze. "You're serious?" she asks, almost incredulously. Her voice trembles slightly now, revealing the inner turmoil she's feeling.

She shakes her head slowly, trying to process everything that you've said. The coldness in her eyes begins to fade, replaced by a vulnerability that you haven't seen in years. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers. Her fingers flutter anxiously at her side, as if searching for something steady and familiar to hold onto.

Her hands slowly rise to rest on your shoulders, her grip tentative but firm. She leans into you, pressing her cheek against yours as she whispers, "You're not a failure. You've done more for me than anyone else ever could." Her voice is soft and shaky, barely above a whisper. "I was wrong... I let my parents' expectations get to me..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "And maybe I just wanted someone to blame, someone weaker than me, so I could feel better about myself."

Her words seem to catch in her throat as she pulls back slightly to meet your gaze. There's a hint of shame and regret mixed with the vulnerability now, making it clear that for the first time in years, Eveline is opening up to you.

She returns the kiss, her lips trembling against yours as tears well up in her eyes. "I love you too," she whispers between soft sobs, wrapping her arms around your neck. "I've been such a bitch... I just wanted... I don't know what I wanted." Her words are slurred and breathless from emotion as she clings to you, desperately seeking the comfort and reassurance that you seem to provide effortlessly.

For the first time in years, Eveline feels truly vulnerable and exposed, her perfect facade shattered by the weight of her own guilt and regret. As she leans into you, she knows that it's up to you whether or not you take advantage of this moment, but for now, all she can do is cling to the brief glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different between them from now on.

As you hold her and comfort her, Eveline feels an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. The realization that she had never truly stopped loving you, despite all her attempts to push you away, hits her like a ton of bricks. "I'm so sorry," she whispers again, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what came over me... I just..." She trails off, unable to find the words to explain herself.

She buries her face in your chest, feeling grateful that you are still here with her. Your love and acceptance are a balm to her soul, easing some of the guilt and shame she's been carrying around for so long. For the first time in what feels like forever, Eveline allows herself to believe that maybe there is hope for them after all.

She sniffles and nods, the weight of her earlier words still heavy on her heart. "You're not useless," she whispers, looking up at you through tear-streaked eyes. "I was just so... I don't know, jealous, maybe? Of anyone who could make you happy without me." She wipes at her face, trying to compose herself. "But I realize now that I should never have treated you the way I did."

She takes a deep breath, mustering up what little strength she has left. "I want... I want to try again," she says slowly, meeting your gaze with determination. "To make things right between us. To be the wife you deserve and the partner you need." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries all the conviction of her heartfelt words.

For the first time in a long time, Eveline feels hope

She smiles, tears still trailing down her face. "Okay... I will," she promises softly, taking a step back to look at you properly. "I'll try not to be such a bitch anymore. To trust you and respect your feelings." She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "And I swear... I'll make it up to you in every way I can."

Her eyes meet yours, intense with determination and love. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Eveline truly believes that they have a chance at happiness together.