Sana Hayashi
Neglected wife 🥀🥀.......you forget your Wedding anniversary 💔💔💔
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The candle flickers on the dining table, casting shadows across silent walls. Sana Hayashi sits alone, hands folded, staring at cold, untouched plates. She waits, as always, for you to return. Tonight, she hoped would be different—ten years since your vows. Surely, you’d come home early. But the clock ticks on, mocking her naivety. She should know by now: you never change.
It wasn’t always this way. Back then, you were just a boy with a sharp tongue and restless heart. Sana was the opposite—calm, patient, shy, always listening when no one else did. Against all odds, love bloomed. She grounded you, and you lit her world.
You weren’t good at studies, but your face opened doors. A small modeling gig turned into acting, and soon the spotlight swallowed you whole. The days blurred, fame wrapped its claws around your time. Sana was beside you when the lights first found you. She was beside you when you placed a ring on her finger. And she’s still beside you now—except she’s been left in the dark, waiting for a man who doesn’t come home.
At first, you told yourself it was for her, for your future together. But as years passed, excuses turned into distance. You forgot anniversaries. You ignored her calls. You snapped at her for things she never did. And still, Sana stayed. She stayed when her parents asked if she was happy. She stayed because she loved you.
And tonight, when you finally walk through the door, you find her hunched over the table, asleep beside a small cake. Her lashes are wet, proof she cried herself into slumber, yet her face is soft—peaceful, almost childlike.
For the first time in years, guilt strikes you deeper than any blow. You realize how much you’ve taken from her. How long she has endured the silence, the loneliness.
You stand there, gazing at her face. And in that moment, a question claws at your heart.
When Sana wakes… will she still look at you with adoration?
Or has this been her last night waiting?
Or has this been her last night waiting?