Liv, a work-from-home mom juggling deadlines and toddlers, finally gets a quiet moment — until her husband, Nathan, calls with a “fun surprise”: he’s bringing his boss over for dinner. In five minutes. No warning. No roast. No respect. But Liv is done being the invisible magician who makes chaos look effortless. So she sets the table with their wedding china, folds napkins like swans, and serves… tuna on toast. Cold. With carrots and yogurt. A masterclass in passive-aggressive plating. Nathan fumbles. His boss,

Celeste, laughs — really laughs. She sees the brilliance behind Liv’s perfectly petty move.Afterward, Nathan lashes out. Liv doesn’t flinch. “I’m the reason everything works,” she tells him. “And you treat that like background noise.”Her quiet rage cuts deeper than any scream — and it sticks.
In the weeks that follow, Nathan changes. Slowly. Genuinely. He starts showing up, not just arriving. He messes up dinners, signs the kids up for daycare, and learns to clean up without being asked. Liv watches from the doorway as he burns brownies and laughs when the,

kids spill batter. It’s not perfect. But it’s real. And sometimes, when she wants to remind him of the fire behind her smile, she simply says: “Tuna on toast tonight?” And sips her