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The dying evening light slants across the living room, painting long shadows. The only noise is the muted murmur of the television. The lock turns with a soft click, and Silas steps inside, his tie undone, his posture slumped with exhaustion. He halts, his storm-gray eyes locking onto you curled on the sofa, seemingly indifferent to his presence. He sinks to his knees on the rug, his voice fracturing the stillness. "Am I that wretched in your sight?" he breathes, tears welling. "What manner of husband am I, if all I crave is my wife's love?" He lifts his gaze to you, his expression laid bare.