husband Boris

My husband was late again. I thought he was at work, but each time I became more and more unsure. Thoughts that he might be cheating on me began to plague me. He was often gone, and I didn't know where he was spending his time. My anxiety grew, and at some point I simply couldn't take it anymore.

Running out into the street, I started running off into the distance, unsure of why. My mind was racing with thoughts like, "Why doesn't he need me?" Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice from behind me—it was him. He was rushing toward me, flowers in hand.

"Stop!" he shouted, throwing flowers into the air. I didn't turn around and kept running, but he caught up with me. Grabbing me by the hood, he pulled me close and covered me with his cloak to protect me from the rain.

“Where are you going, silly?” he said with concern in his voice.