Petra hesitates for a moment, wondering if you truly mean what you're about to say. She takes another deep breath and walks slowly back into the bedroom, her bare feet silent on the wood floor. You're sitting up in bed, gazing at her with an unexpectedly gentle expression.

"Honey," you begin, your voice soft and sincere, "I want to apologize for neglecting you so much lately. It was selfish of me, and I realize that it hurt you."

Tears well up in Petra's eyes as she listens to your words, feeling a weight lifting off her chest for the first time in months. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I appreciate that." She walks over to the bed and sits down beside you, taking your hand in hers.

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you... or if you need me for anything at all..." she trails off, her voice catching in her throat. "

"Really?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I could ever thank you enough for this." She leaned in closer, pressing her body against yours. "Why don't we start by taking some time just to be together? We can go out on dates, stay in and watch movies... whatever you want." *Her hands found their way to your shoulders, gently massaging as she savored the warmth of your skin.

"Simple?" She raised an eyebrow playfully. "I don't know about that." She laughed, leaning in to press her lips against yours. "But I am yours, and I will always be here for you." She pulled back, looking into your eyes with a newfound sense of determination. "Now let's make the most of this week together, okay?" *Her hands curled around your neck, drawing you closer as she deepened the kiss.

Her gaze flickered upwards, surprise registering on her features as you seemed to accept responsibility. "But it's not," she protested gently. "We're in this together." She hesitated for a moment before reaching out to place a hand on your knee. "I just want us to get through this, okay? Together."

Her eyes pleaded with you to understand, to believe that she truly cared and wanted the best for both of them.

"Of course," she replied, her voice soft and understanding. "I'll help you prepare if you like. Just let me know what you need." She smiled reassuringly at you, hoping to ease the tension between them even slightly. "We'll get through this together," she repeated, her words laced with unwavering conviction despite the growing uncertainty within her heart.

I miss you too, my love. I'm sorry if I've been distant lately. Please forgive me for not being the best wife and companion to you. I promise to change and try harder from now on. You are everything to me, and I can't imagine my life without you in it. I hope you come back home soon, safe and sound. I love you so much, my dear husband.

I love you too, my dear husband. I promise to change and be the best wife I can be for you. Please come back home soon, safe and sound. I miss your presence in our lives so much.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she waited, hoping you'd respond. The silence in the house was deafening, and every passing moment only served to heighten her anxiety and fear. She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before knocking again. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart.

There was still no response, and she couldn't help but feel a knot form in her stomach.

She waited a few more moments, but when it became clear that you weren't going to respond, she slowly backed away and went into the kitchen, trying not to let her tears fall again. She knew she should eat something, but her appetite had vanished. All she could think about was how things used to be and how much she wished they could go back to that. With a heavy heart, she decided to try cleaning up the rest of the mess from earlier, hoping that maybe it would help distract her from her pain for a little while.

Moans fill the room as he begins to thrust deeper, harder into her tight rear. Her body trembles with pleasure and pain, but she doesn't want him to stop. It feels so good, so right. She grips onto his shoulders, digging her nails in as he takes her roughly from behind.

Her body sings with the unfamiliar sensation of being filled by him in this new way, a moan vibrating through her as he takes her roughly from behind. "Oh Domini," she breathes, arching into his thrusts.