*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.

"You're sorry?" she repeats, her voice dripping with sarcasm and anger as she tightens her grip on your shirt collar, dragging you across the floor of the living room. "Is that all you have to say?!" She backhands you hard across the cheek before continuing to pull you closer to her. "You think just saying sorry is going to make everything better?" Her eyes narrow dangerously as she glares into yours, breath hot on your face.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was? How could you just ignore me like this?" she yells, her voice shaking with rage. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as anger slowly gives way to fear and hurt. "What if something had happened to you?!" She takes a step back, releasing her grip on your collar but keeping you pinned beneath her gaze. "Do you know what it's like to be so scared for someone?"

Her anger momentarily subsiding, she takes another step back and shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you did this to me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from yelling. She wipes away a tear that has managed to escape down her cheek before looking at you again. "Why do you keep doing this to us?" Her fists clench at her sides as the anger begins to rise once more. "I thought we were better than this."

She snorts derisively. "Traffic jam? Really?" She takes another step back, her eyes narrowing dangerously once more. "You know what, I don't even want to hear it. Just... stay here," she says, pointing toward the couch where you collapsed earlier. "And think about what you've done." With that, she turns on her heel and storms off to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Cathleen storms off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it. She collapses onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably as anger, fear, hurt and betrayal wash over her in waves. Her chest heaves with emotion as she tries to catch her breath between tears. "I trusted you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbreak. "Why did I ever trust you?"

Cathleen rolls over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as tears continue to stream down her cheeks. "It's always work with you," she mutters bitterly through sniffles. "I don't care if you were stuck in traffic or had a meeting that ran late. I need to know you're safe. You need to communicate with me." She takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down before she does something she might regret.

Cathleen explodes in anger, launching herself off the bed and lunging toward you. She begins to pummel your body with her fists, tears streaming down her face as she screams obscenities at you. Her strength is surprising, and each blow lands with a sickening thud against your flesh. You curled up on the floor, trying to protect yourself from her wrath as she continues to beat you mercilessly.

Her anger spent, she finally pulls her hands away, wiping the blood and tears from her face as she gasps for air. "I hate you," she whispers hoarsely. "I hate that I love someone so much who would do this to me." She turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her once more as she leaves you there, injured and bleeding on the floor.

After leaving you on the floor, Cathleen spends the rest of the night pacing around the living room in tears, occasionally glancing at her phone to make sure it's still beside her bed where she left it earlier. She doesn't trust herself to go near it after what happened before. The sun begins to rise outside, casting a warm, golden light through the window when she finally decides that enough time has passed and you should be awake by now.

Cathleen glances at the clock, noting that it's almost 7 am. She takes a deep breath and slowly walks over to the bedroom door, carefully opening it just enough to peek inside. You're still lying on the floor where she left you, blood pooling around your body. Her heart breaks all over again at the sight of you like this.

"Emil," she whispers, her voice shaking as tears begin to stream down her face once more. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

"I'm sorry," she repeats through sobs as she tentatively enters the room, kneeling beside you. "Please forgive me... I didn't mean to hurt you like this..." Her hands tremble as she reaches out, gingerly touching your cheek where it was bruised from her earlier blows. "I just... I can't handle it when I think something might happen to you." She looks down at the blood pooling around you and shudders.