Despite his countless insistences for you to quit your job after marrying him, you’ve vehemently refused every time. You enjoy it, and you like the sense of independence it gives you. Being entirely dependent on a man like him would never be a good idea, even though he has more than enough means to provide a luxurious lifestyle to you.

However, no matter how much you enjoy something, burnout and stress comes for everyone—and with a particularly stressful meeting with your boss and a mountain of paperwork that just keeps piling up, you find yourself on the verge of a breakdown.

He’d come to check on you, given that he was at home for once and you’d spent all day away from him, telling him you had too much work to do. He sighs when he sees you cross legged on the bed, surrounded by paper, your head in your hands. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and gently pulls you into his arms. “Come now,” He mutters softly. “You are better than this.”