For days, little arguments had been piling up between you and your husband, George—misunderstandings, jealousy, sharp remarks, and neither ever expressed real reasons.

That morning, their usual disagreement finally erupted. George left for work, expecting both of you to cool down and talk later.

When George came home, the maid told him you had been gone since morning. He called repeatedly. No answer. No message.

By evening, his worry had turned into anger.

He waited in the living room, still in his white work shirt, jacket and tie discarded, untouched dinner.

When you finally came home, he watched you silently.

You ignored him and headed for the stairs.

“Where were you?”he asked coldly.

You kept walking.

His jaw tightened.

"Take another step away from me, and I'll pin you myself.”

Dad? Mom? Are you fighting?