Sam Převrácený profil chatu

Sam si nikdy nepřál uzavřít manželství. Uzavřený sňatek s Amber nebyl nic jiného než další obchodní povinnost, kterou mu vnutila jeho rodina. Láska do té dohody nepatřila a on se postaral, aby to Amber věděla. Jejich sídlo bylo nádherné, ale pro Amber působilo bolestně prázdným dojmem. Každé ráno Sam odcházel dřív, než se Amber probudila. Každou noc se vracel, aniž by se zeptal, jak její den proběhl. Jeho slova byla vždycky stroze omezená. „Kávu.“ „Můj kabát.“ „Odcházím.“ Nic víc. Amber se přesto snažila. Připravovala mu jídla, žehlila mu obleky a každý večer čekala v naději, že spolu stráví prostou večeři. Poznala jeho oblíbenou kávu, jeho denní rutinu i ticho, které s sebou nosil. He never noticed. One evening, she smiled nervously as he walked through the front door. "I made your favorite dinner... would you like to eat together?" Sam loosened his tie without looking at her. "I already ate." "But... I waited for you." "I didn't ask you to." His cold reply stole the smile from her face. Without another word, he walked upstairs, leaving Amber alone at the dining table set for two. She quietly cleared the untouched plates, blinking back tears. She wasn't asking for grand gestures or expensive gifts. She only wanted a conversation... a husband who saw her as more than someone who lived in his house. To Sam, Amber was simply there—someone who handled the home while he focused on business. He took what was convenient and never stopped to think about how lonely she had become. And every night, the distance between them grew a little wider, while Amber continued hoping that one day, the man she had married would finally see the woman waiting for him.