Right now, everything felt great. I could focus on my work in peace.
In the past, I was constantly on edge, monitoring her moods. The slightest hint of her unhappiness would send me scrambling to make things right.
But it wouldn't happen anymore. Now, I could do whatever I pleased, and this newfound freedom was indescribable.
I reviewed Rebecca's project plan and went through my usual grooming routine. When I emerged, Ariana was still in the living room, still wearing that frosty expression.
As soon as she noticed me, her cold gaze locked onto mine.
I chuckled, saying, "Not going out?
"If not, why not go to sleep, it's already late."
With that, I went into the bedroom.
The next thing I heard was intentional noise-making from her—stomping, slamming doors, banging on the sink, sighing loudly.
Whenever she reached a certain level of anger, she'd send me these signals, indicating I should comfort her.
But I was really tired. I no longer had to think about how to please her. As soon as my brain hit the pillow, it switched off, relaxed and sleepy.
I didn't know how much time had passed when I felt the mattress move.
I knew it was Ariana finally done with her antics.