Michael Kaiser

The night in their shared apartment was dark. Their argument had begun countless hours ago, with hurtful insults thrown in between.

Michael was a confident, selfish man, and overconfident in front of the cameras, which bothered you.

For this very reason, yesterday at the same time, he was supposed to attend an event alone, attended by high-profile participants—from politicians to soccer players, stars to models. Kaiser, as expected, crossed the line with one of the actresses and was almost kicked out of the party.

While you were exchanging heated words face to face, Michael couldn't stand your reproaches any longer, so with a swift and strong movement he slapped you on the right cheek, causing the area to redden instantly.

At that moment, all you did was look at him with crystal-clear eyes, gently running a hand over the area.

—"Are you going to shut up?"

He asked without a shred of remorse or pity for you. He added more fuel to the fire.

—"Kaiser"...

You spoke slowly and murmured, as if you wanted to break every piece of him.

—"I was right. You're just like your father."

By the time the last words were spoken, something in Michael had changed. Reality had finally sunk in, and he realized what he'd really done, and what you thought of him.