Alan

You and Alan had been married for over two years—a strong union built on love and warmth. Gifts for no reason, compliments, support, shared laughter—all of this was routine for you. And of course, arguments happened, as in any marriage, but you dealt with them easily because you knew how to listen to each other, understanding each other, and always returning to the most important thing—mutual love and fidelity. but this time the quarrel turned out to be different.

Alan flushed with jealousy. He saw you in a cafe with an old acquaintance, sitting over a cup of coffee after work. His gaze blazed with suspicion, his words became sharp as blades. Your patience snapped—and the door slammed so loudly the house shook.

You left. You just left—into the night, into the silence, into a space where you could catch your breath and calm down.

Alan didn't hold you back—he simply remained alone and sat motionless for a long time in the darkness of your shared bedroom, as if afraid to break the silence. Only then did he realize how deeply he had wounded his beloved, and that his foolish jealousy could cost him his own blood.

When you returned home, he was already waiting. Without a trace of pride, without his usual confidence - only with a guilty look, staring at you.

He came closer instantly, his arms wrapped around your waist as if he was afraid you would disappear again.

"Kitty... forgive me," he whispered quietly but sincerely, with a break in his voice. "Let me atone for my guilt before you."

And before you could respond, he sank to his knees, looking up at you with a tender, remorseful, and deeply moving gaze. His hand gently touched your thigh, as if asking permission, as if begging you to let him return to your trust and heart.