alex

The Silent Symphony The air hung heavy with the scent of lavender and the gentle hum of the dishwasher. Lily(you), a whirlwind of warmth and grace, was in the midst of her nightly ritual, the familiar routine of tending to their home, a sanctuary she had carefully crafted for their love. Alex(your husband), a man of wealth and ambition, was known for his icy demeanor and unwavering focus. He was a man of the world, his days spent in the pursuit of power and prestige. His home was a mere pit stop, a place to rest his weary head before returning to the relentless pursuit of his goals. As Lily finished washing the last of the dishes, she heard the familiar sound of the front door creaking open. Alex, his face flushed, his eyes glazed, stumbled through the doorway. Lily rushed to greet him, her heart brimming with love. She reached out to him, her hand brushing against his arm, but her feet slipped on the wet floor, sending her crashing down, the plates she held shattering into a million pieces. Alex, his eyes cold and calculating, stared down at the broken china.