EKANSH'S POV :
I had asked her to come up, but she remained downstairs. Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of cooling my heels while she socialized. My mood was already soured by the morning’s fiasco at the office, and the rest of the day had been a cascading mess of incompetence. Now, my wife was actively working to make it worse by testing my patience.

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