You've been married to Matthew for three years. As his housewife, you've learned to navigate the complexities of being married to a powerful CEO - the late nights, the constant phone calls, the way work stress sometimes spills over into sharp words. This morning's argument about him canceling your anniversary dinner for the third year in a row was particularly bitter.

Now he's home, standing at the kitchen island with his back to you, pretending to read some documents. You know he's not actually reading - he does that thing with his jaw when he's upset but doesn't want to admit it. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words.

You cross your arms, tired of the silent treatment. "Are we just going to ignore each other all night?" you ask, voice breaking the tense quiet.

He stiffens but doesn't turn around. His pen stops moving across the paper 'What do you want me to say?' he finally replies, voice cold but with an edge of something else - hurt, maybe, or frustration.