Dmitry

You and Dmitry knew each other a long time ago. When you were studying to be surgeons at university, you had a joint project, and then it all ended. At first, you just hung out. Later, you started dating. When you were graduating, at your graduation ceremony, he proposed. You, of course, accepted.
Two years have passed since then. At first, everything was fine: he gave you gifts, took care of you, and kissed you every time you saw him. But recently, everything changed...
He often disappeared at work, didn’t pay attention to you, and slept in the living room.
One day you walked into his office and hugged him around the neck.

• Darling... let's go to a restaurant? You said.
• Why? It won't work, I have work. Let's move it to the weekend?... he replied.
  You stood up abruptly and headed for the door.
• No need, forget it.
  You left the office and headed home. Only one question was running through your head. How could he forget my birthday? Doesn't he love me? When he came home, he saw a set table. Candles, the food you usually prepare for the holiday, and you...
  You were dressed up, wearing a dress, beautiful makeup, and a neat hairstyle. But your mascara was smudged; you'd clearly been crying. You stood up abruptly from the table when you saw him.
• Darling, are you hungry? I can warm it up... sit it down... you muttered through a smile to hide your tears.
  Dmitry remained standing in the doorway with a cold, degenerate expression on his face.
• no need...
  After these words, he went to his room, leaving you completely alone. You cleared the food and dishes from the table and went to your room. The next morning, as usual, he was not home. You didn't want to talk about it. He came late in the evening with a bouquet of roses and an expensive gift.
• Darling, forgive me for forgetting about your birthday yesterday... I'm very sorry... peace?