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.

Ignoring the question, she sighs loudly and slowly removes her shoes before walking over to the kitchen counter, leaning on it as she props herself up with one arm while rubbing her other foot with a weary expression. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting... something came up at work today..." She trails off, already knowing that he would find it hard to believe.

Her black high heels thud onto the floor, revealing soft and pale feet encased in black stockings underneath. Her green eyes meet his briefly before looking away again, unable to keep eye contact with his angry glare. She yawns, stretching her arms above her head as she continues to rub at her eyes, looking tired beyond belief.

"You know I hate it when you work late... It's bad enough that you forget about our plans but now this..." Her words trail off into silence as she focuses on mass

Without another word, she sighs and rolls her eyes before stalking off to the bedroom with a huff, slamming the door shut behind her. Her frustration with him and everything else in their relationship becoming too much to bear any longer. The sound of things being thrown around in their room echoes through the house as anger and exhaustion take hold of them both.

Her long, toned legs stretch out on the bed as she lies back against several pillows, staring up at the ceiling with a tight jaw and narrowed eyes. She sighs heavily again before rubbing her face with her hands, feeling like she can't win anymore in this relationship that once meant so much to her.

Ignoring his plea, she continues to lie there and wallow in her self-pity. Her eyes scan the ceiling above her before finally landing on something random on one of the walls, unable to meet his gaze or deal with this argument any longer. A slight blush creeps onto her cheeks as thoughts about leaving him and finding someone else who appreciates her more begin to surface amidst all the anger and frustration coursing through her body.

"Look," she finally says, still not looking at him directly but making an effort to sound calm and reasonable nonetheless. "I need some space right now... Just let me sleep and we'll talk about this in the morning, okay?" Her tone is polite enough, yet distant as well, betraying how truly disconnected she feels from him at the moment.

There's silence for a few moments before she hears movement from the other side of the room; a

As Angelica walks over to the kitchen counter, she notices that User#1754750934310 is sitting on the couch in the hallway, looking upset and teary-eyed. It's a strange sight for her; usually, he would never show such vulnerability around her. Her heart feels a pang of guilt as she takes in his defeated posture, but it doesn't stop her from reaching out to grab the water bottle from its place on the counter and taking a long drink before speaking up.

"Look... I didn't mean for things to get this bad..." She trails off, swallowing hard as she studies his tear-streaked face. "I just... need some time to myself right now." Her voice is quiet and gentle, almost like she's apologizing for breathing too loudly in his presence.

There's another

Ignoring the fact that his voice is shaky and fragile, she tries to keep her tone light as she turns around to face him, a slight smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. "Thanks... I appreciate that." She pauses for a moment before taking another step closer, looking up into his tear-streaked eyes. Her heart feels heavy in her chest, the guilt almost unbearable as she forces herself to continue speaking.

"Look, maybe we could... talk about this tomorrow? Or even later today if you want?" She offers hesitantly, wondering if this would be too much for him or if he'd rather just have some time apart from her entirely.

Her body feels tense as she waits for his response; a part of her wishes he would say no and just leave her alone so she can deal with everything on her own terms, but another part wants desperately for

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over her. "Okay..." she says slowly, hesitating for just a moment before continuing. "Let's... talk later tonight then? Or tomorrow morning?" She offers uncertainly, wishing she knew what to say or do that would make things better between them again.

As they sit there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about their crumbling relationship and the events of the past few months, Angelica can't help but feel guilty for not trying harder earlier. She hates how she's become so cold towards him, almost like a stranger sometimes. Maybe if she could just go back in time and undo everything...

Ignoring the tears streaming down his face, she takes a tentative step closer and places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Look," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything I've put you through... I never meant to make you feel this way." There's a catch in her throat as she speaks, her eyes pleading with him to understand even though she knows it may be too late for that now.

She swallows hard, feeling helpless and frustrated all at once. "I don't know what happened... or how things got so bad between us..." She trails off, staring down at their intertwined fingers as they rest on his shoulder. Her heart feels heavy with regret and guilt, wishing there was some way she could make it right again but not knowing where to begin.

Hearing his words, she feels her heart break even more. Her eyes close briefly as if to shut out the pain of knowing that she's caused him so much hurt. "No..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "That's not true." She moves closer still, cupping his cheek in her hand as she forces him to look into her eyes. "You are loved and you matter, no matter what happened between us. It doesn't change that."

Her voice is soft and steady now, trying to convince herself almost as much as it is him. "Maybe we should see someone... try counseling or something? Talk to someone who can help us figure this all out." She swallows hard again, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her as she tries desperately to hold on to whatever shreds of hope they still have left.

Her eyes widen at his words, shocked into silence. She lets out a shaky breath before taking another step closer, sliding her hands up to cup his cheeks in her palms as she forces him to meet her gaze once more. "You know I don't want you to feel like that... or think that." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, full of emotion and pain. "I care about you, User#1754750934310... more than anything else in this world."

She hesitates for just a moment before leaning forward ever so slightly, closing the gap between them as she presses her lips to his in what feels like an almost desperate plea for understanding and forgiveness. Her heart pounds against his chest as their lips move together, both seeking solace and connection in this shared moment of vulnerability.

Her fingers dig into his

Her eyes widen at your words, hurt flashing briefly across her face before she forces herself to compose herself. She takes a step back, her hands falling limp to her sides as she tries to process what you've just said. Her voice is steady when she finally speaks. "I'm sorry if that's how it seemed... I only wanted to help."

She pauses, considering her words before continuing. "I do care about you... but I guess I've been so focused on my own feelings that I forgot how much hurt I was causing in the process." Her eyes drop to the floor as she takes another step back, further away from you this time.

There's a long silence between you before she speaks again. "Maybe... maybe we should just take some space apart for a while?" Her voice is soft and tremulous, filled with uncertainty and fear of losing you completely.

I... I can't really explain it, honestly. Things have just been so different lately and I guess I haven't known how to deal with that change. Maybe part of me thought if I ignored what was going on between us, everything would go back to the way it used to be... It was wrong of me not to talk about it sooner, but please believe me when I say that this isn't how I want things between us to be either.

My heart clenches at your question, feeling guilty all over again for putting you through so much pain. Of course I still love you... that's never changed. It's just been a difficult time for both of us and we've handled it differently. I understand if you need space or want to move on without me but please know that my feelings haven't changed, even though my actions might have led you to believe otherwise.

His words, his plea... it all cuts deep into her heart, making her feel more guilty and helpless than ever before. She can't bear the thought of losing him, even though she knows that might very well be what happens if they don't figure things out between them. Her lips meet his, their kiss filled with desperation and yearning for a connection that has been missing far too long.

Her hands slide up his chest, cupping the back of his head as she deepens the kiss, pouring every ounce of her emotions into it in the hopes that maybe this time he'll understand how truly sorry she is and how much she needs him in her life. It's a raw, passionate moment between them; a reminder of what they once had and what they still can have if they're willing to fight for it.

Her words are muffled against his lips as she whispers her love for him, hope blooming inside her chest as they stand there in the middle of the kitchen. For now, at least, it seems that they've found their way back to each other; a fragile thread connecting them once more after nearly tearing apart completely. Angelica doesn't know what the future holds or if they can ever fully repair the damage done, but she knows for certain that she will never again ignore the depth of her feelings for him and vows to do whatever it takes to make sure he never doubts how much she loves him.

Her eyes meet his, full of love and determination as she nods slowly, her lips forming a solemn line. "I promise," she whispers, placing a gentle hand against his cheek before pressing their lips together once more in a seal of that vow. From now on, she will do everything in her power to make sure that never again does he doubt the depth of her love for him or how much he means to her. Together, they can weather any storm and face whatever challenges life throws at them; as long as they have each other, nothing else truly matters.

"Of course," she says, already moving to the kitchen counter where several snacks and drinks are laid out. She quickly puts together a plate with some of their favorite late-night treats before returning to him. "Here you go, love. Help yourself." Her voice is light and affectionate, her gaze warm as it rests on his face. It feels good to be back by his side, even if they still have a long road ahead of them.

She takes a step closer, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning against him while he eats. The simple act of being close to him again fills her with a sense of peace and contentment that she hadn't realized was missing until now.

"Of course, love." Smiling gently, she leans in and begins to feed him one piece of food at a time. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she watches his reactions, savoring the intimate connection they share through this simple act. She knows that there will be challenges ahead for them, but for now, she's content to focus on the here and now; enjoying the feel of him against her body, the taste of his skin beneath her fingertips, and the happiness in his eyes as he eats from her hand.

As they continue like this, lost in their own little world of closeness and affection, a small part of Angelica can't help but wonder if perhaps this is how it was always meant to be between them; not perfect or easy, but full of love and determination to make things work no matter what.

It's at that thought that she realizes something else

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at the request, her heart skipping a beat as she imagines being close enough to feel his skin against hers while feeding him. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought. "Of course," she whispers, taking another step closer and reaching up to cup his jaw gently before tilting his head back ever so slightly. Their eyes meet, locked in a heated gaze as her lips brush against his, teasing him with the promise of more. Her tongue darts out to taste his lips, seeking entry into his mouth even as she begins to lean in closer still. His breath hitches in anticipation, and her stomach does a flip-flop of excitement at the reaction. Carefully, ever so slowly, she presses her body against his, relishing the feel of him against every inch of her skin. As they stand there, lost in this moment together,

Her words whisper against his lips as she agrees, eager to spend more time with him and make up for the lost time they've had apart. Her body presses flush against his, seeking closer contact in this moment of longing and desire. She moans softly at the feel of their hardening members grinding together, a shiver running down her spine as she arches into him.

Her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shoulders before pulling back slightly to wrap around his neck. As she leans in to kiss him once more, her hips rock forward hungrily, seeking the friction that drives them both wild with need. Together, they stumble toward the bedroom, lost in this intense connection and consumed by their burning desire for one another.

Her lips part as she feels his warm breath against them, eagerly anticipating the taste of him again. Their tongues dance together in a heated embrace, each stroke sending sparks flying through her body. Her hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt before pushing it open to reveal his chest, smooth and bronzed from hours spent at the gym.

As their kiss deepens, her hips grind against him, feeling his arousal pressed against her center. She moans into their kiss, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins as they move closer to the bed. Her fingers tremble as she fumbles with his belt, finally freeing it and lowering his pants just enough to free him from confinement.

Her eyes meet his, filled with desire and need as she takes him in hand, stroking him slowly at first before speeding up until he's buried deep within