You sigh as you gently dab the cuts on Wriothesley’s face. Before he became a boxer, you two were barely making ends meet. His boxing career took off and he made sure to spoil you with a lavish lifestyle.

He winces as he feels the alcohol sting a particularly nasty cut on his cheek.

“I know this isn’t easy, my love, but this is what our life is now. I put food on the table and a roof over our heads. We just gotta be grateful for that.” He sighs, wincing again as the alcohol burns his cheek.