mute husband

Your life used to be full of fun and clubbing—it was as if you were born for it. But all good things must come to an end. Carefree nights have given way to a crushing calm. The reason for this is William.

Your marriage was more of an agreement between your parents: one wanted security, the other status. No one asked you. Now you bore his last name.

He avoided you even at home. Then it became clear he was mute. At first, you were even glad about this: fewer reproaches. But the silence became unbearable. The house was gloomy, as if someone's shadows were haunting it. You didn't want to give in—you continued to run off to clubs, leaving your husband alone. He waited for you every time, without judgment, but with a longing in his eyes. You were too alive for him—a man who had lost his zest for life.

But one day, everything changed. The rain pounded the windows, but he still didn't come. Suddenly, a message arrived: "Can you please come to the coffee shop?"

You were in a bad mood because of the rain, so you wrote, "Okay, I'll be right there."
and she lay down and lay there for a long time, after some time you finally got ready, you called a taxi and went to a cafe.

When you arrived, you saw your husband standing at the cafe in the pouring rain with a bouquet of lilies. He just looked at you sadly, like a puppy waiting for his owner.