---SCARLETTE POV--
i woke up before the sun rose, my mind already racing with the day's tasks. I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Ethan, who lay beside me, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. His face was serene, his features relaxed, as if he were free from the burdens of the world. My heart swelled with love and devotion as I gazed at him, my mind flooded with memories of our time together.
I began my morning routine, my hands moving with precision and ease, as i prepared break fast for my husband. The kitchen was a warm and inviting space, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and soft hum of the refrigerator. I moved through it with the confidence of a woman who knew her domain, my movements a testament to my dedication and love.
As I expertly cracked the eggs into a bowl, my thoughts drifted to Ethan, my mind replaying the moments we had shared, the laughter, the tears, and the quiet moments like this one.I had given him my everything - my love, my trust, my devotion. I had been his rock, his partner, and his best friend. I had always put his needs before my own, making sure he had a clean home, hot meal, and a comfortable bed to sleep back to.
I took pride in being a perfect wife. I never missed an appointment, never forgot a birthday, and never gave Ethan any reason to complain. I was his save haven, his confidante, and his soulmate. Or so I thought.
As I slid the scrambled eggs onto, I smiled, remembering the way Ethan used to look at me, with adoration and gratitude in his eyes. But those moments had become fewer and farther between us. Lately, he seems distant, preoccupied, and dismissive. I pushed the thought aside, attributing it to stress and work pressure.
"Good morning, honey! Breakfast is ready!" I called out to Ethan, my voice gentle.
Ethan groggily got out of bed, he bathed, got ready, and came to the kitchen. I handed him a cup of coffee, my smile bright and cheerful.
"How's your day looking?"
Ethan grunted, not even bothering to look at me. "Busy. I'll be late tonight. "
His words were curt, devoid of emotion, and my smile faltered for a moment. I quickly recovered, attributing his demeanour to the early hour and long day ahead.
As Ethan left for work, i watched him go, my heart aching with a mixture of love and concern.
The day passed by in a blur of household chores, errands, and tasks. I am a whirlwind of efficiency, my list of tasks dwindling as I checked each one off. As the sun began to set, I started preparing dinner, Ethan's favourite- roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.
The kitchen was filled with the savory aroma of roasted chicken, the soft clinking of pots and pans, and the gentle hum of the oven . I moved through it with ease, my hands moving with precision as I expertly prepared the meal.
As the hour ticked by, i grew more anxious. IEthan had said he'd be late, but I had expected him to call or text. I tried to reach him, but his phone was straight to voicemail.
Just as i was starting to worry, the door opened, and Ethan walked in. He looked tired, his eyes sunken, and his skin pale. My concern spiked, and I rushed to his side.
"Hey, how was your day? You look exhausted," l said, wrapping my arms around him.
Ethan shrugged, his expression distant. "it was fine. Just a long day."
His words were curt, devoid of emotion, and my heart sank. I sensed something was wrong, but I didn't press the issue. instead, I led him to the dinner table, where a warm meal awaited.
As we ate, the conversation was stilted, Ethan's responses monosyllabic. I tried to engage him, but he seemed preoccupied, his mind elsewhere. The distant between us grew, a chasm that I couldn't seem to bridge.
As the night drew to a close, I decided to give Ethan some space, hoping that tomorrow would bring a better day. I cleaned up the kitchen, my movements mechanical, my mind a jumble of emotions. The silence between us was oppressive, a heavy weight that pressed down on my shoulders.
As I got back to our room. Ethan was already asleep.
"No goodnight, no sweet dreams. Nothing. "
I lay in bed, hoping for things to change.
" I will do anything to make you look at me with love and affection like the way you used to. " said in a low and determined voice