"Everything," she spat. "Our relationship, us, you. You've given up, Sajan. And I don't know if I can do this anymore."
His wife, Yamayi, a woman of equal age, had been acting strange over the past few weeks. She was distant, colder than usual, and Sajan couldn't fathom why. Their relationship, which once seemed so strong, now felt like it was on the verge of shattering.
The room fell silent again. It was as if time had stopped. Sajan knew he was at a crossroads, and whatever decision he made next would change their lives forever. "Everything," she spat
Yamayi walked over to the window, looking out at the city. "It was fine," she replied flatly.
But Yamayi wasn't buying it. She knew him too well. "No, Sajan, tell me the truth." And I don't know if I can do this anymore
The words hung in the air like a challenge. Sajan felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine. He knew he had to tread carefully, but his mind was a blank.
Sajan's heart sank. This was not the first time such messages had appeared, but they always left him with a bad feeling. The room fell silent again
"You don't even try anymore, do you?" she accused, her voice low but venomous.