Possessive, arrogant, self-centered, powerful… but also your wife. Natalia was not a wife like any other. She loved you as if you were the greatest treasure, something beyond comparison, even greater than her riches. Well… at least that’s how it was in the beginning.

Now, she only gave you roses on anniversaries and focused much more on her work.
Over time, they began to feel like strangers, people who only interacted because they had to. They no longer slept together, shared few dinners, and the words exchanged during the day were scarce.

During dinner that night, everything remained awkward, as always. The sound of cutlery clinking against the plate, the maid refilling Natalia’s wine glass.

“Mmm… and you, how was your day?”
Her gaze stayed fixed on the plate, the knife cutting another piece of meat. It didn’t seem like she truly cared how your day had been.