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Maggie tried to be understanding. She told herself that Ryan was just stressed with work, that he was under a lot of pressure and that his long hours weren't intentional. But deep down, she knew something was wrong.

The way he used to kiss her goodbye in the mornings? He didn't do that anymore.The way he used to send her sweet texts throughout the day? That had stopped, too.And the way he used to look at her-like she was his whole world-now, he barely looked at her at all.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch inside him, and suddenly, she was nothing more than a shadow in the background of his life.

At night 🪷🪷🪷

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the night maggie in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint tick of the clock on the wall.

It was nearly 1 AM. Ryan still wasn't home.She grabbed her phone and hesitated before sending a message.

Maggie: Are you coming home soon?

She waited. Minutes passed. No reply.

She sighed, putting her phone on the nightstand. This has become routine now.

Every night, she waited. Every night, he came home late.

And every night, he barely said a word to her.

When the front door finally creaked open, she heard him moving around in the kitchen. She threw off the blanket and walked out to find him pouring himself a drink.

His tie was loose, his sleeves rolled up. He looked exhausted, but when he saw her standing there in her robe, he sighed.

"You're still up?" he muttered.

Maggie folded her arms. "Of course I'm up. It's 1 AM, Ryan."

"I had work." Ryan said

"You always have work." Maggie said to Ryan .

He poured another drink. "Because I'm busy."

Maggie shook her head. "You weren't like this before. You used to text me if you were coming home late. You used to tell me what was going on. Now, I barely even know where you are."

Ryan exhaled. "Jesus, Maggie. Do we have to do this right now?"

Maggie swallowed her frustration. "I just want to know what's going on with you."

"Nothing is going on," he said flatly, finishing his drink. "You're overthinking."

She stepped closer. "Am I?"

He clenched his jaw. "Yes."

Maggie stared at him, feeling like she was looking at a stranger.Ryan had never been like this before.

And the worst part?

He didn't even care that he was hurting her.

After Some days later 🍂🍂______________________

She realised that he was pushing Her Away and the fights that never stopped

It wasn't just the late nights.It was the way Ryan stopped caring.He didn't ask about her day anymore. He didn't notice when she wore his favorite perfume.He barely touched her, barely spoke to her, barely acknowledged her presence. And when she tried to talk to him?

He snapped.It started with small arguments that built up over time.

One morning 🏵️🏵️🏵️__________________

Maggie made him breakfast his favorite like eggs, toast, and coffee, just the way he liked it.

She placed the plate in front of him and smiled softly. "I thought you might need a good start to your day."

Ryan didn't even look up from his phone.

After a few moments, Maggie cleared her throat. "Ryan?"

He finally glanced at the plate and sighed. "I don't have time for this."

Maggie blinked. "You don't have time for breakfast?"

"I'm already late," he muttered, standing up.

Maggie frowned. "But you always have breakfast before work."

Ryan let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well, things change."

Maggie's chest tightened. Things change. She forced herself to stay calm. "Ryan, please talk to me. You've been so distant lately."

He grabbed his briefcase and rolled his eyes. "Not this again."

"Yes, this again," she shot back. "Because every time I try to talk to you, you shut me out. Every time I ask where you are, you get defensive. Every time I try to reach you, you pull away."

Ryan's jaw clenched. "Maybe I pull away because I don't want to be smothered."

Maggie took a step back, the words hitting her like a slap . Ryan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't have time for this."

And with that, he walked out the door. Leaving her standing there.

Alone.

Again.

One night 🍁🍁🍁_______________

Maggie tried to pretend things weren't falling apart.

She told herself Ryan was just stressed. That this was just a rough patch.

But deep down, she knew . Ryan wasn't just distant . He was choosing to be distant. And he wasn't just staying late at work. He was choosing not to come home.

That night, she decided to wait for him. She sat on the couch, curled up with a blanket, staring at the clock.

10 PM.

11 PM.

Midnight.

Still no Ryan.

Her stomach churned as she grabbed her phone. She had called him twice already. No answer.

Finally, at 1:30 AM, the front door unlocked. Ryan walked in, looking tired.

Maggie stood up, her heart pounding. "Where were you?"

He sighed. "Maggie, not now."

"No. Now." She stepped closer. "Where the hell were you?"

Ryan ran a hand through his hair. "I was at work."

She let out a bitter laugh. "Work? At 1:30 in the morning?"

"Yes."

She shook her head. "Ryan, stop lying to me."

Ryan's eyes flashed. "I'm not lying."

Maggie clenched her fists. "Then why do you smell like perfume?"

Ryan froze . For the first time, he looked guilty.

Maggie's chest tightened. "You weren't at work, were you?"

Silence.

Her voice trembled. "There's someone else, isn't there?"

Ryan swallowed hard. "Maggie-"

"Just tell me the truth."

Ryan sighed, rubbing his face. "I don't want to do this right now."

Maggie let out a shaky breath. "You already did."

She turned away, her vision blurry with unshed tears . Ryan stood there, silent, as if he had nothing left to say.

And in that moment 🌻___________________

Maggie realizes he had already let go of their marriage and her . He doesn't want her any more . He wants to be free from her and her love . Maybe he doesn't love her anymore .

Even if she hadn't. She doesn't know what to do now . How will she get back her love or her husband