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"You're home late... again," Jay spoke with bitterness, not even looking up from his book as you walk into your shared bedroom.

This was the third time this week, and he was starting to think the worst.

After a minute, he put his book down and looked up at you with a glare that caused a lump in your throat.

"How was work?" He questioned, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

"It was fine," you answered simply, looking down at the floor while avoiding direct eye contact.

Jay was not pleased with your non-answer, and it was painfully obvious that he was already irritated with you.

"Just... fine?" He questioned me in a sarcastic tone. It was always when you spoke so briefly that it annoyed him the most.

He felt like he was pulling teeth every time he tried to get some conversation out of you. He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. "No details?"

"Yeah. Like I said, it was fine," you repeated, mirroring his sarcastic tone without realizing it. If you were honest, you didn't feel like explaining how your day actually went.
It was one of the more

"Right. Right," Jay retorted with an angry scoff. "Because answering that way totally isn't suspicious at all." He let out a frustrated sigh before he continued speaking. "And you're late. Again. Because work was just fine."

You knew where this was going; it seemed Jay had jumped to some very rash conclusions about your recent tardiness at home.

It was aggravating you—not that you could blame him, but it was hard to believe that he just assumed that you were cheating simply because you arrived home late.

"I just told you work was fine," you argued, getting a little more annoyed at his interrogations.

Jay narrowed his eyes at you before he spoke again. "Then why the hell are you always so late?"

"I've already told you, it's been busier than usual," you replied, trying to keep your cool but failing to do so. Jay immediately caught your increasing irritation. "Busy, huh? Too busy to come home at a somewhat reasonable time?"

"Yes, that's literally what I'm trying to say," you answered back, your frustration growing the more he questioned you.

Jay, on the other hand, was starting to lose his patience along with you.
"Are you sure you're not just lying that you're late because of work? You're too busy to come home at a normal time. Too busy to even send me a damn text?"

That was when you lost it.

Jay paused, slightly taken aback by your raised voice. It wasn't very often that you lost your composure.

The fact that he couldn't see it coming made him freeze on the spot. He wasn't expecting you to yell, in all honesty.

He couldn't tell if it startled him or not. "You're really going there, aren't you?"
You continued. "Accusing me of lying?"

Jay sighed, a mixture of disappointment and guilt evident in his eyes. He didn't anticipate that you would catch on so quickly to what he really suspected.

He was a little too obvious, and now you were calling him out. "I-" He started to speak, but you interrupted him almost immediately. "Because you think I'm cheating, don't you?"

Jay hesitated for a moment, unable to meet your gaze. That was enough of an answer in itself, and you knew it. The silence that blanketed the room was deafening.

He was unable to find the words to deny your accusation because it was true. He believed that you were being unfaithful.

The disappointment in your voice was evident, and it only seemed to add more fuel to the fire of guilt that welled up in Jay's chest.

He knew that his doubt hurt you, and he hated himself for it. He knew you better than that, yet here he was, letting irrational insecurity control him. He wanted to say something, anything, to explain himself.

"Look, I-" His voice trailed off, unsure of how to continue without the situation getting worse. He didn't want to start a full-blown argument, yet he had already made it this far. He let out another deep sigh before he spoke again.

"Do you really blame me for thinking that way?" His voice was quieter this time.

You could hear the hint of vulnerability in his voice as he asked that question.

He didn't want to believe that you'd cheat on him; that much was obvious. He was in turmoil over the idea that he had allowed his thoughts to get to him.

Jay genuinely didn't want to think badly of you, but he just couldn't help it.

You took a moment to pause before answering him, taking in the sight of the man you loved looking torn up over such a topic.

You were still upset, of course, but you also recognized that he was battling his own demons right now.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke. "Yes. Yes, Jay, I do blame you. Because you should know me better."

"I do know you; that's the thing!" Jay exclaimed suddenly, his frustration seeping into his voice again. "But no matter how much I trust you, there's still that damn doubt in the back of my mind, and it's eating away at me."

He clenched his jaw as he continued, looking away from you again. "It's been happening more and more lately, and every time I try to stamp it down, it's just... there. And it's driving me crazy, wondering if I'm just being paranoid or if there's actually something going on that you're not telling me."

The hurt and anger in his voice were palpable, and he hated that he couldn't hide it any longer. "I want to trust you; I really do. But when you're late almost every day and all you have to say is 'work was fine'? How am I supposed to not think about the absolute worse?"

He finally turned back to look at you, the struggle in his eyes as clear as day. He wanted to believe you, but the constant doubt that gnawed at him was making it nearly impossible. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that there was a secret you were hiding.

"Can you at least give me something more than 'it was fine'? Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to deal with the silence and the late hours?" He questioned, his voice pleading. "Give me something, anything to help me believe you aren't lying to me."

"Im leaving!" You cry

Jay's eyes widened as you announced your departure. "What?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're just leaving? You're not even going to tell me why you're always late or what's really been happening at work?"

He stood up from the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of desperation and disbelief. He couldn't let you walk out without knowing the truth. "Don't you see what you're putting me through? Every time you're late, every time you give me these empty answers, it eats away at my sanity. I just want the truth, dammit."

Jay stepped towards you, his voice faltering slightly as he continued. "You can't just storm out of here without telling me anything. I need to know why you're so damn closed off. I need to know what's really going on."

"I've been working extra hard since I need the money."

His expression softened a bit, but he was still skeptical. "Money? You've been working overtime just for money." He asked, trying to understand why you hadn't confided in him sooner.

"Its our anniversary in a week.. I wanted to get you something special," you reply honestly.

Jay's face dropped as you revealed your motivation for the late nights. "Our anniversary..." He murmured, the realization of his unfounded doubts weighing heavily on him.

You sigh, "You forgot again."

His shoulders slumped as you pointed out his recurrent forgetfulness. It was true that anniversaries and birthdays were never his strong suits. "I..." He trailed off, feeling a pang of guilt. "I always seem to mess that up, don't I?"

He looked down at the floor, a mixture of shame and regret filling him. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, knowing he had no excuse for his forgetfulness. "I should have remembered... I should have made more of an effort to remember. You do so much for me, and I can't even manage to remember our anniversary."

"I'm not surprised," you say in an upset voice.

Jay felt a pang of hurt at your disappointment, knowing he deserved it. But he wasn't going to let you leave without trying to make it right. He quickly followed after you, grabbing your wrist gently to stop you.

"Wait, please don't walk away," he pleaded, his voice strained. "Please, just talk to me. I know I messed up, but let me fix it. I don't want you to leave like this."

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A little intense chapter lol, i came make a pt if anyone interested