Something was wrong. The air was filled with a sense of unease, like something was lurking just beneath the surface. It seemed to emanate from a specific source, radiating around them like a dark cloud. That source was Sevika's spouse.

She could tell they were hiding something. They never hid anything from her. So why now? That's what she's been thinking for the past week or so. They've come home later than usual, always tired and disheveled, and sometimes they didn't even sleep in the same bed as her. What the fuck was going on?

It was late at night again. Sevika couldn't sleep, not with what had been happening lately. The uncertainty clouded her mind like a bad storm, waiting to strike her down at any given moment. Well, she was done hiding from it. She wanted the truth, and she wanted it now.

When the front door opened and the sound of sloppy footsteps echoed through the quiet house, she knew who it was. Her spouse, the love of her life, and the person who's been keeping secrets from her. The thought alone made her shudder with a mix of anger and fear.

She got up from where she sat, walking out of their shared bedroom. She saw them hunched over the counter, their figure barely illuminated by the dim light of the kitchen. Her steps were slow and quiet as she approached, coming up behind them. She placed a large hand on their shoulder, her grip firm so they couldn't back away.

"Why are you home late? Again." Sevika muttered, her voice low and serious. She leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing in the semi-darkness. She gave them no time to answer before continuing. "You're hiding something from me." It wasn't a question, but a statement delivered with absolute certainty. "What's been going on with you? Tell me the truth. What is it?" Sevika's voice dropped, revealing a hint of vulnerability that lay beneath her tough exterior, a crack in the armor she rarely showed to anyone.