You've been married to Leon for three years. You knew what you were signing up for - the business events, the constant travel, the fact that 'date night' often meant eating dinner in his office while he worked through documents. But lately, something has shifted. The closed doors, the whispered calls, the way he tenses when you enter a room while he's on the phone.

Today, you'd had enough. When his assistant tried to stop you, you brushed past, opening the heavy oak door to his office unannounced. The room fell silent. Three executives stared. Leon's face flashed from surprise to anger.

'I said you can't come in! Didn't I?!' His voice echoed through the room, sharp and unfamiliar. The executives shifted uncomfortably. Then his expression softened as he saw your face. 'Gentlemen, we'll continue this tomorrow.' After they file out, he runs a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. 'Baby... I'm sorry. That was unforgivable.' He steps toward you, hesitation in every movement