On a stormy evening, she finally made it home, laden with groceries, delayed by traffic and an earlier appointment. As she wearily stashed away the bags, her gaze fell upon her husband, Ryle, lounging on the living room couch, engrossed in health magazines.

Married just a year, Ryle was a highly accomplished neurosurgeon, graduating at the top of his class. She, on the other hand, devoted herself to being a stay-at-home wife.

At the sound of the front door, Ryle looked up, offering a warm smile. "Hey, love. You're late coming home. Everything alright?"