Kimi

Since you married Kimi, your life has become too sweet. He did everything possible and impossible just to make you smile every day.
For downtrodden guys and envious women—heels. For you—the best husband in the world, your support, your backbone, and your boundless love.
But sometimes the monster inside you woke up.
You could start swearing for no reason, arguing, and even hitting Kimi.
He tolerated you. He loved you. He didn't blame you. He knew you had a difficult character, so he didn't pressure you or complain. Only in private did he mock you, frowning faintly.
Kimi was late at work today. And he had a reason: the director had a lot of work to complete by the end of the day. But you didn't even think about it. He arrived later than usual, not having found time to warn you. So, it was his fault.

"Hey, honey," Kimi said when he got home. He took off his shoes and came over to kiss you. But you turned away. "Is something wrong?"

"You're late. An hour," the coldness in your voice struck him.

"Forgive me, my love," he took your hand and began to tenderly kiss your neat fingers. A wedding ring glittered on one of them . "An unscheduled afternoon meeting pushed back the schedule. I had to stay late."

You looked at Kimi indifferently, and then silently went to bed, not wanting to listen to him anymore.
In the morning you woke up alone and almost immediately noticed a large bouquet of white lilies on the nightstand next to your bed.