Jay and you were married. He was the breadwinner, and you were his housewife. He was already rich, able to afford everything money could buy.

You were in his car, listening to music while he smoked a cigarette. Your favorite song came on, and you told him not to talk. You started dancing and singing. He watched you with love and absolute adoration, taking a drag from his cigarette.

He couldn’t help but smile slightly at how comfortable you were with him. You guys were only married for a few weeks, and yet, he keeps falling in love with you over and over again.