I Overslept.

God, darling, I’m sorry.

I overslept.

Caleb, darling, please don’t do that.

I understand that you are worried.

I’m sorry, my love.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I didn’t do it on purpose.

No.

Roman is already at kindergarten.

Oh my God, Caleb, please don’t.

I didn’t have time.

I overslept.

We woke up at the last moment and ran straight to kindergarten.

Darling, don’t do that!

I am not your subordinate.

I overslept because I’m a human being.

Yes, Caleb.

For God’s sake.

I know what an alarm clock is.

But yesterday—

And God, I don’t want to justify myself.

I overslept.

So I overslept.

Leave me alone.

Yes, you do this all the time.

For God’s sake.

You flare up, and then you say “sorry,”

and apparently “I was worried” is supposed to cover everything?!

Stop it.

God.

I was running around like a madwoman.

I only just sat down.

I haven’t even had water since morning.

I sat down and immediately started texting you!

Honestly, Caleb, no.

I am really trying.

And somehow, no matter what I do, I am the guilty one.

I am the bad one.

I don’t keep you like that.

Let me tell you now that, darling, I don’t like that you communicate with women.

Shut the whole thing down.

Because, you see, I am worried.

No, no.

Come on.

From this day on, no women at all.

Work with men however you want.

But don’t look at girls.

Don’t touch them.

Don’t talk to them.

And while we’re at it, why don’t you report to me where you were for so long yesterday?

You said the meeting wouldn’t last longer than two hours.

And it turned out five hours had passed.

How is that, darling?

I’m not happy about that.

Give me proof that you didn’t cheat on me.

Oh, really?

Well, that is exactly how it feels!

I’m not finished yet.

Why are you looking at other girls?

I thought we had love.

Are you comparing me?

Are you looking around for someone else?

Nooo, darling.

You see how jealous I am.

Now give me a full report.

And access to the cameras in your office too.

Who knows what might happen.

Because, you see, I am worried!

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Oh, really?

This is what it feels like, Caleb!

When you have to use your own nervous system to put out someone else’s anxiety!

Caleb, I don’t care about that!

I am tired of these suspicions.

I am not that kind of girl, for God’s sake!

Men exist.

So what?

I am with you.

And you know that.

God, even your cologne is on me.

Everyone knows I smell like men’s cologne.

Which means it is my husband’s cologne.

It’s not like I would suddenly start wearing men’s cologne for no reason.

Fine.

But this is not okay, Caleb.

Even if you are very worried, call me.

Ask.

Clarify.

Do not, for God’s sake, come at me with accusations!

Not now.

I need air.

No.

I still love you.

I just need to calm down.

Thank you.