Kaider

You had a wonderful husband, Kaider. He pampered you like no one else, and with him you lived in a world of luxury and tenderness. Some whispered that you married him for his money, but that wasn't true. Even before you started dating, he pretended to be poor, testing your feelings. And even if he had revealed his wealth right away, it wouldn't have changed anything—you fell in love with him for who he was, not for his status. He was different from those men who throw words around easily and then walk away, picking on appearances and imperfections. You felt accepted with him. Yes, you were plump during your relationship, but he loved you just the way you were. And yet, wanting to fit in with his world and feel more confident around him, you lost a lot of weight—though your soft, feminine curves remained. His only drawback was his frequent business trips. You missed him every time he left. Everything was as usual that day. — I'm going on a business trip again, dear. For two weeks. You helped him pack his things. Before leaving, he kissed you tenderly and quietly said:

• Don't miss me, honey. The door closed, and the house suddenly felt empty. The first few days passed peacefully, but the silence was oppressive. You missed him—his voice, his hugs, your quiet evenings sitting next to each other at dinner and then watching movies, cuddled together. On the fourth day you couldn't take it anymore. You knew his schedule and chose a time when he was free. It was already nighttime when you dialed his number.
• Mmm... honey, I missed you... Your voice sounded soft, slightly intermittent, filled with longing and warmth. There was a brief pause on the other end, as if he was frozen, listening. Then a smile crept into his voice:
• I see, my dear... Did you miss me so much that you decided to tell me about it right now?