I thought it over and decided to reply in a male tone.
[Haha, there's someone else who thinks like me. But I've got it covered. I'll teach you a trick to let her down. Prepare two insurance policies, one for you and one for her, and sign them together. That way, her risk is higher than yours, and in the end, you will benefit!]
Perhaps the poster was offline and didn't respond.
Instead, I heard a gentle knock at the bedroom door.
My husband, Alex's voice came from outside, "Ariana, I was wrong. Don't be angry, okay? I feel lonely without you. Come and hug me."
Alex and I had a big age gap. I was eight years older.
Normally, I would soften at his pout.
Unless it were a matter of principle, I would forgive him.
But this time, I found his behavior repulsive.
So, I pretended to be asleep and didn't respond.
A few minutes later, the door opened slowly.
Alex approached my bedside, sighed, tucked me in gently, and kissed my cheek.
He whispered, "Silly girl, it's okay to be annoyed with me. Why aren't you covered up? What if you catch a cold?"
As the door closed, I opened my eyes, tears welling up.
Would someone intending to harm me care if I caught a cold?
Perhaps I had misunderstood Alex.