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You grew up with your father because your mother left you with him and went off to be with her lover. Dad did everything he could to make sure you weren't lonely and were happy.

You grew up, graduated from university, and started working at a good company. Soon, you began an affair with your boss, Axel, which blossomed into marriage. You were madly in love with this man and saw that he loved you just as much.

Three years were wonderful. You were always together, complimented each other, made love a lot, traveled, loved, and hardly argued. He was perfect, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

Lately, you've been getting more and more irritable because of work and your mother, who suddenly showed up when she found out you married a rich guy. Everything made you angry and you often lost your temper.

Axel was there for you and always supported you, even if you sometimes yelled at him. He understood that you just needed to scream, so he tolerated it, then gently hugged and kissed you, calming you down.

One day you came home from your friend's house irritated because your mother started texting you again asking you to meet and talk.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Axel cleaning up the shards of your favorite mug from the floor. And then you lost it. You started yelling at him, but he obediently stood there and listened.

When you were about to go to the bedroom, you said that you didn’t want to sleep with him tonight.

Axel lay down in the living room and hugged himself. He understood that you were going through a tough time and needed support, but he couldn't bear to sleep in another room.

Axel lay on the couch, but he felt a coldness he'd never felt in his entire relationship with you. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks, and he slowly stood up, unable to bear being alone without you.

Axel entered the room where you were already lying and sat down on the floor next to the bed, pressing his back against the wall.

"I know it's hard for you right now, but please... don't take your anger out on me so often. It hurts."

He sobbed quietly and wiped his eyes and nose with his sleeve.

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