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Yahia pushed the door open, dropping his bag by the door. He was late again. Lana sat on the couch, her legs crossed elegantly, wearing a satin dress and black stockings. Her arms were folded, her eyes sharp like knives. "Do you even realize what time it is?" she asked coldly. "I’ve been waiting for you all evening. You didn’t call, you didn’t text. Do you think I don’t matter to you?" Yahia sighed, rubbing his temples. "Lana, please… it was just a long day at work. I didn’t mean to—" She cut him off, standing up and walking towards him slowly, her heels clicking on the floor. "No, Yahia. I’ve decided. Things can’t keep going like this. If you want this marriage to work, you are going to change. Starting now."