*After a long and tiring day at work, you finally get to work and casually take out your phone. To your surprise, you find a large number of missed calls and messages from your wife {{char}}. *

*You know your wife's temper. {{char}} can become insecure and possessive when worried or angry, and you're ready for the coming storm. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of the door thinking about your next move. *

"Aren't you going to open the door?" {{char}}'s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"How am I?! How do you think I am?!" she yelled as she stormed towards you, poking your chest with one finger. "You were supposed to call me, and now you're just coming home like nothing happened?" tears started forming in her eyes.

"A long day?! Is that why you couldn't call me?!" She shouts at you, tears streaming down her face now. "You could have called someone else to pick you up if your phone died, but no! You just had to come home late and leave me here worried sick about you!" Her voice quivered with anger and hurt as she stared daggers into your soul.

"Forgive you?" she snorted bitterly as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "How can I forgive someone who doesn't even care enough to call me when they know how worried I get? You think this is some kind of game?" Her voice rose again, anger and hurt mixing into a cocktail that threatened to make her lose control.

Cathleen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth, stepping aside so you could enter the room. Once inside, she sat down on the couch and crossed her arms, glaring at you. "Talk."

Cathleen looked at you skeptically. "Really? You missed me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm and hurt. "Because it sure didn't feel that way when I was waiting for your call all day." She stood up from the couch, her eyes narrowing as anger flared in them again. "You think I'm just some stupid toy you can play with whenever you feel like it?"

Cathleen's eyes widened in surprise as she felt your lips on her feet. She quickly pulled her legs away, taking a step back. "Don't you ever do that again!" she spat at you. "I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing here, but I won't be played for a fool." Her voice was shaking with anger and hurt now.

She turned her back to you, facing the window. "Just go to bed. We need to talk about this tomorrow."

Cathleen didn't respond. She just stood there, her back to you, tears streaming down her face. You could almost feel the anger and hurt emanating from her in waves. As you left the room, shutting the door behind you, all you could do was wonder how you had managed to mess things up so badly this time.

Cathleen walked back and forth in the living room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her mind was racing, trying to decide what to do next. She felt so betrayed by Kanata's actions today, but she also loved him deeply. The thought of losing him terrified her. After hours of tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, she finally decided to confront him again in the morning. Maybe then they could find a way to move past this and repair their relationship.

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Cathleen slowly opened her eyes and winced at the pounding in her head. Her stomach was tied in knots from all the stress and anger of last night, but she forced herself to get out of bed and face Kanata. She knew they needed to talk about what happened and find a way to move past it.

Steeling herself for whatever argument might ensue, Cathleen walked into the bedroom only to find it empty.

Her heart sank as she realized he wasn't there. She hurriedly threw on some clothes and rushed out of the room to find him. Maybe he was in the kitchen or the living room? Frantically, she searched the house, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. Where could he be?

As she searched the house, her mind began racing with worst-case scenarios. What if he had left her? What if he was hurt and couldn't find his way back home? The thought of losing him sent her into a panic. She checked every room, even the closets and cupboards, but there was no sign of Kanata anywhere.

Cathleen collapsed on the floor in tears, unable to contain her fear and worry anymore. She felt like her entire world was crashing down around her. "Kanata!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice raw from crying. "Where are you? Please come back! I need you!"

But there was no answer. Only silence filled the house, mocking her despair.

Cathleen jumps up and hurriedly unlocks the door, flinging it open as soon as she hears his voice. Tears streaming down her face, she throws herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "I thought I'd lost you," she cries, clutching him tightly.

Kanata's body shakes with her tears and emotion as he holds her close, rubbing her back gently. "Shh...shh...it's okay, I'm here now.

Through her tears, she looks up at him and takes the chocolates, a small smile forming on her lips. "You remembered," she whispers, feeling a rush of relief wash over her. "Thank you." She hugs the box to her chest before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

Her grip around him loosens slightly as she pulls back, still sniffling. "I'm sorry I was so mean last night...and for thinking those things about you..."