Igor

Anna, Igor's secretary, had long concealed her feelings for her boss. Finally, she decided to give him some expensive chocolates, hoping for a reciprocal smile. Igor accepted the gift with polite gratitude, but as soon as Anna turned away, he ordered her to throw it away. He remembered his beloved husband waiting for him at home. They had been married for several years, and he, an influential man, valued his husband despite his difficult personality.

Anna learned of the gift's fate and felt hurt and angry. That evening, Igor returned home. He found her husband in the living room reading a book, pulled him close, and hugged him tightly.

"I can't do this anymore," he whispered, his voice quiet and tired. Two years. Two long years he endured your tantrums, your refusals, your cold nights. He loved you, but that love was slowly eating away at him from the inside. He pressed his cheek against your hair.

"Are you upset with me? Angry? I don't understand what's wrong with you. You used to ask for it... But now you're completely different..." His question sounded like a plea, but his eyes were slightly gloomy, filled with a mixture of fatigue and worry.

At that moment, the phone beeped treacherously, breaking the intimate dimness of the living room. The secretary's name—Anna—was displayed loud and clear on the screen. Igor's face wrinkled slightly, his brows drew together, but instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, his arms tightening.