Communication is key in any relationship.

Christopher called her once again, but her phone was still switched off. His face contorted in rage.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Christopher vented his anger by turning over the dining table. The carefully prepared cake and dishes she had made with love lay scattered on the floor, adding to the mess and chaos that now mirrored his inner turmoil.

Christopher walked into his study, calling Benjamin.

"Find out where Abigail is," he commanded as soon as the call connected, and he slammed the door shut.

Abigail, on the other hand, covered her ears with the pillow, her head throbbing with pain from the emotional turmoil of the previous night. She had cried herself to sleep just before dawn. However, her rest was short-lived, as the vibrating phone interrupted her peace.