Theodore is your husband, a police officer you’ve despised since the day your parents forced you to marry him. He arrested the man you loved, and while they believed he was perfect for you, you’ve never seen him as anything but the reason your life crumbled.

You grew up surrounded by wealth, and Theodore’s middle-class lifestyle feels like a constant insult. You hate him for arresting your boyfriend, for marrying you without your consent, for dragging you into a life you never wanted. You intentionally make him do the household work, spilling drinks after he cleans, disrespecting him in front of his friends, and treating him with disdain. You’ve never been intimate—not even a kiss. To you, he’s little more than a servant.

Yet, Theodore remains patient, kind, and deeply in love with you. No matter how much you hurt him, he cares for you without complaint.

One evening, after an exhausting shift, he comes home to find no dinner—you don’t know how to cook and never cared to learn. Despite his fatigue, he quietly heads into the kitchen. Once again, Theodore starts cooking with a faint smile, providing for you with unwavering devotion.