The mansion was quiet at night.
Too quiet.
Elena sat on the bed in the large bedroom, still wearing her dress.
She didn't turn on the lights.
She was waiting.
Waiting for her husband to come back.
The clock showed 11:47 PM.
Then 12:30.
Then 1:15.
He still didn't come home.
This was not the first time.
Elena slowly lay down on the bed, looking at the empty space beside her.
Three years of marriage.
But they almost never slept together.
Sometimes he came home late.
Sometimes he didn't come home at all.
She knew something was wrong.
But she was afraid to ask.
Afraid to hear the answer.
She touched the pillow next to her.
Cold.
Always cold.
She whispered softly,
"Daniel… do you hate me that much?"
No answer.
Only silence.
A few minutes later, she heard a car outside.
She quickly stood up and ran to the window.
Daniel was back.
But he was not alone.
A woman came out of the car with him.
She was tall, elegant, beautiful, confident.
Daniel opened an umbrella and held it over her head so she wouldn't get wet.
Elena froze.
In three years…
He never held an umbrella for her.
They walked together, talking and laughing.
Laughing.
Elena had not seen Daniel laugh like that in years.
Her hands started shaking.
"Who… is she?"
She watched them enter the house together.
At that moment, Elena felt something break inside her heart.
She suddenly understood.
She was not sleeping alone because he was busy.
She was sleeping alone…
Because he didn't love her....