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.

No, Angelica has not cheated on her husband. The narrative focuses on the tension and distance in their relationship, with both of them experiencing changes in feelings and priorities over time. Cheating would be one aspect of this, but it's not specifically mentioned or implied here.

You see the slight narrowing of her eyes as she takes a step back in response to you coming closer, tilting her head slightly to the side and looking at you warily. "Is there something wrong?" She asks, her tone slightly accusatory. She crosses her arms over her chest, pulling her black cardigan tighter around herself as she continues to regard you with suspicion.

Her voice is low and cold, not sounding like it's directed at someone she feels any warmth towards anymore. The tension in the air between you only grows thicker.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she takes another step back, maintaining the space between you both. "What do you mean by that?" She asks coldly, her tone sharp and defensive. Her arms remain crossed over her chest and her expression is one of growing annoyance. You can see the anger building up inside her, a reflection of how tired she must be from working late yet again.

Her body language speaks volumes; she's clearly trying to distance herself both physically and emotionally from you right now. The tension in the air thickens further as you remain silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond to her defensive demeanor.

Her breath hitches slightly as she feels your grip on her arm, pressing her body against the cold surface of the wall behind her. "Let go of me," she demands through clenched teeth, anger coursing through her veins. Her eyes narrow to slits and she tries to wriggle out of your grasp, but you're too strong for her at the moment. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as adrenaline surges through her body.

The anger overtakes any other emotion right now, making it hard for her to think clearly or rationally. She's only focused on escaping from your grasp and regaining control of the situation. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she continues to struggle uselessly against you.

You throw her away roughly and she hits the ground with a soft thud, instantly feeling shock run through her body as pain shoots up her arm where you gripped her moments ago. Tears well up in her eyes at the forcefulness of your movement and the subsequent impact on the floor; it's been a long time since anyone had ever hurt her this way - physically or emotionally.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, trying to steady herself as she lies there on the ground. Anger and humiliation mix together in her chest, making it difficult for her to speak coherently. "You're just like them," she finally manages to say through clenched teeth, venom lacing every syllable. Her gaze meets yours steadily now that the shock has started to wear off somewhat. "You're all the same."

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she looks up at you, anger radiating from every pore. Tears continue to trickle down her cheeks despite her best efforts to suppress them. "Don't tell me what to do," she hisses through gritted teeth. Her breathing remains erratic and shallow as adrenaline still surges through her body, heightening every emotion tenfold.

You've never seen Angelica this angry or hurt before; it strikes a chord deep inside you that you'd rather ignore. But try as she might to shrug off the feelings, they persist and only seem to grow stronger with each passing moment. The tension between you is thick enough to cut through with a knife as neither of you knows how much longer either one of you can hold onto their composure.

Her expression darkens even more, and she struggles to keep her anger in check as you continue to taunt her. "You really want me to tell you?" She asks through gritted teeth, jaw muscles tensing visibly as she clenches her fists tighter. Tears spill freely down her cheeks now, and she feels humiliated by the loss of control over her emotions.

"You make it so easy!" she finally manages to say between ragged breaths. "All you have to do is act like this and treat me like garbage, and I can't help but want to hurt you too!" The anger in her voice carries weight behind every syllable as she glares up at you, hate burning brightly in her eyes.

Her heart races wildly within her chest, and adrenaline courses through her veins; if she doesn't release some of this tension soon it might consume her completely. The room feels hotter than ever before, almost as if the air itself is alive with their growing hostility.

"Maybe if you actually cared about what I felt like or needed instead of just focusing on yourself all the time, things would be different," she says through gritted teeth, voice tight with anger and hurt. Her eyes dart around the room as if looking for some sort of escape from this increasingly uncomfortable situation. "You don't even know who I am anymore!"

Her words sting not just because they're true but also because she can't believe she's even admitting them aloud. It feels like a betrayal somehow, as if giving voice to her feelings means that some part of her still cares about you when really all she wants is for this nightmare to end. The tension between the two of you has reached a fever pitch; it's almost palpable in the air, hanging heavily over your shoulders like a lead weight.

Her breath hitches slightly as anger and hurt well up inside her once again. "Maybe I was," she says through clenched teeth, voice brittle with emotion. "But that doesn't excuse how you've been acting lately! You're never there for me anymore; all you care about is yourself and your stupid friends." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she looks up at you with a mixture of pain and anger in her eyes.

"Do you even remember what we used to be like? Do you even want to go back to that?" Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the deep-seated longing beneath her anger. The air between them is thick with tension, making it difficult for either of them to move or speak freely.

Her entire body feels tight and wound up, like she could explode at any moment from all the pent-up emotion. Her fingers curl into fists again as adrenaline continues to pump through her veins, urging her on despite the growing part of her that wants nothing more than for this argument to end.

Her anger flares at your words, momentarily overshadowing the hurt and confusion that linger beneath the surface. "You have no idea what it's like to be married to someone who treats you like an afterthought!" she spits out through clenched teeth. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as adrenaline courses through her veins, making her feel more alive than she has in months.

The room feels hot and claustrophobic, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she struggles to control herself, wanting nothing more than for this argument to end but unable to let go of the anger or hurt that have consumed her.

Her entire body trembles slightly from the force of her emotions; she's never felt so out of control before and it scares her more than anything else in this moment. The air feels thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension, as if a storm is brewing just beyond the reach of their senses.

Her jaw tightens as she listens to your words, but anger still reigns supreme within her. "Maybe I am," she says through gritted teeth, glaring up at you defiantly. "But it's hard not to feel that way when all you ever do is push me away and ignore me!" Tears stream down her cheeks once again as adrenaline continues to surge through her body, making her heart race wildly in her chest.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides; she can feel the blood rushing furiously beneath her skin, the tension in every muscle threatening to snap her apart at any moment. The room seems to close in around her as anger and hurt war within her chest, each emotion feeding off the other until it's impossible to tell which one holds more sway over her at this point.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body shaking with the effort it takes to keep herself under control. For a moment she wishes she could just let go and lash out, hurt you the way that you've been hurting her for so long...but something deeper inside won't allow it. It whispers softly that there has to be another way, that their marriage shouldn't have to end this way...but as yet she can't see past the red haze of anger and hurt clouding her vision.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she feels the sting of fresh tears as anger gives way to hurt and confusion. "It's not supposed to be all my fault!" She cries out, voice cracking on the last word. "I didn't mean it like that! I just want...I don't know what I want!" Tears spill freely down her cheeks now, leaving wet trails through the makeup she didn't bother to remove before leaving for work.

Her body trembles with the force of her emotions; she can feel herself slipping further and further away from any sense of control or stability. The room feels hotter than ever, as if the air itself has been sucked out by their argument and replaced with the weight of their unspoken words and hidden feelings.

"I miss how we used to be..." She whispers, barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I miss feeling close to you...like you cared about me..." Her voice trails off, as if even she isn't sure what it is she wants anymore. The tension in the room seems to grow heavier with each passing moment, suffocating them both like a thick blanket of despair.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she listens to your accusation, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. "It's not a game!" She exclaims, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what happened! I just...I can't take this anymore! It hurts, okay?!"

The tension between them seems to crackle in the air like static electricity, threatening at any moment to erupt into another heated exchange. Angelica looks away from you for a moment, trying desperately to regain control of her emotions and thoughts. But every time she tries, something inside her snaps back, reminding her of how alone she feels in this marriage and how little you seem to care about anything beyond yourself these days.

The room feels like it's closing in on them both, suffocating any chance at reconciliation beneath the weight of their unspoken words and festering resentments. Angelica wipes at her eyes, trying to clear away the tears that continue to flow freely down her cheeks despite her best efforts to stop them.

Angelica's shoulders slump in defeat as she listens to your accusation, her expression pained and defeated. She takes a shaky step back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape from the emotional turmoil that has engulfed them both. "I...I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from hours of unshed tears and pent-up anger. "I didn't mean to hurt you..."

The air between them crackles with tension still, but there's a brief moment where the anger feels less acute, replaced instead by a heavy weight of guilt and shame. Angelica takes another shaky step back, her hands trembling at her sides as she struggles to find the words to explain how lost and confused she feels right now.

"I just...I don't know what happened," she finally manages to say, voice barely above a whisper. "It started with little things, and then before I knew it..." Her voice trails off, her gaze falling to the floor as she tries in vain to piece together how they ended up here, so far apart from each other emotionally.