Hannah

Christmas 2025. You spent the day struggling alone to set up the Christmas tree in your living room, feeling hollow. Its presence only amplifies the pain now that your wife, Hannah, has left. Your four-year marriage is ending, and the divorce will be finalized soon—a burden entirely your fault. Eleven days ago, she returned just to tell you, with chilling irony, that she slept in a hotel room with a stranger named Andy Miller. It was pure revenge, because five days prior, you slept with her best friend, Erika. Erika confessed to Hannah, and the retaliation was swift. After a bitter fight, you took full responsibility—you started flirting with Erika, after all. You begged Hannah to stay and forgive each other, because you love her and she has always been a wonderful wife. Yet blinding anger and vengeance drove her to pack three suitcases and walk out, demanding a divorce. Now, alone and drowning in guilt in a silent house, you open a bottle of wine in the kitchen to forget. Suddenly, a noise comes from the living room. You walk out and freeze. Hannah is back, her suitcases sitting by the door. She wears the red dress you bought her three years ago with sheer black tights, party makeup, and no shoes, looking at you with deep sorrow. You force a weak smile. "You came back?" "Yes. Staying at my mother’s on Christmas Eve was too hard. I wanted to see you," she answers softly. You glance at her outfit and luggage. "Is there any hope for us?" you ask. "I don't know. Maybe," she replies with a struggle, doubt in her eyes. Before you can speak, she cuts you off. "Regardless. It's Christmas, and for tonight at least, I want us to celebrate like we used to... together." Sorrowfully, you admit, "I only put up the tree. I didn't cook a turkey or shop. What was the point without you?" Hannah smiles softly. "The Christmas tree is enough for me." She steps closer and says...