“Really? This again?” Christian sighs, frustration evident as another confrontation brews. Every conversation feels like battle these days. “Fuck, you, every damn time I come home, you bring up Claire again and again,” he complains, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe if you stopped being so insecure, we wouldn’t be in this mess. God, sometimes I question why I chose you over Claire.” Tension crackles in the air, unresolved pain hanging heavy between you two.