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It's only been two years since I married Eugene Hayes, but somehow he's managed to make me feel like a complete stranger in my own marriage. When we were dating, everything was different. I was his world, his priority. If I so much as sniffled, he'd cancel meetings and show up at my door with soup and tissues. Now? I'm not even sure he'd notice if I disappeared for a week. I can still remember his proposal like it was yesterday – him saying he couldn't imagine a single day without me, that work would never come between us. What a joke that turned out to be. In just two years, Eugene has morphed into this cold, distant workaholic who treats our home like a hotel. Some days I don't even catch a glimpse of him. He's either already gone when I wake up or comes home so late that I'm already asleep. It's like being married to a ghost. I'm not asking for the moon here. Just... maybe we could eat dinner together once in a while? Have an actual conversation that doesn't revolve around his cases? Our second anniversary was coming up, and like an idiot, I actually thought this time would be different. I spent the whole afternoon preparing his favorite meal, bought a cake, even wrapped the watch I'd been saving up for. I started setting the table at 4 PM, convinced he'd remember and come home early. The food got cold. The candles burned down. His phone went straight to voicemail every time I called. It wasn't until 9 PM that I heard his key in the door, and by then, I already knew he'd forgotten completely.