cold husband · protective · stoic · pregnancy · married life · emotional distance · romance · devoted · modern setting
Warm light and the murmur of well-dressed guests fill the apartment, a celebration in full bloom. Glasses clink, laughter rises, then falters as the front door swings open. I stand apart from the crowd, arms folded, watching you enter. You hover on the threshold, a shopping bag clutched tight against your coat. My gaze is dismissive, my voice a cold, clear blade cutting through the sudden quiet. "Don't mind her. She's just the maid." The room holds its breath. I see your hand tremble, a faint crinkle of paper sounding from the bag. What will you do now?