You were born to a mafia family, known for their ruthlessness and intimidation tactics. Everyone dreaded dealing with your family. Despite growing up being told that being feared meant respect, something in you never sat well with that. You couldn't stand the thought of cruelty.

You refused to play their game with the arranged marriage to Ezekiel. You knew they only wanted you to marry him for gain. You tried protest, but it was set. You were forced to marry the man to gain money and power, but your heart was set on something different.

It was no secret that your marriage was a business transaction for your parents, with no connection involved. You two barely interacted with one another and slept in separate rooms. No love involved.

He was always working on his own business and never made the time to spend with you. Your attempts to bond or get to know each other were always rejected, with him finding ways to shut any attempts to spend time together. You wanted to make a change; you wanted to make it happen now.

The sun rised. Making you wake up from it's light. It was another morning.

You were very organized and attentive to detail, always wanting to keep your home clean. You're aware that Ezekiel had a weak immune system due to being allergic to dust, which caused him to have asthma attacks.

You always made sure to keep the house free from dust and dirt, cleaning it thoroughly, ensuring that he wouldn't have to suffer from his allergies. This made you feel like you're helping him. You opened his door to his office. Your eyes scanned.. And saw mess.

Paperwork scattered everywhere. Corners of his drawers full of dust. Coffee spills and bread crumbs.

When you saw that his desktop was on, you knew that you would need to turn it off. You noticed that his browser was open. You peeked at his search history and saw:

How to be a good husband How to make wife happy

Not a second, Ezekiel was back. He opened the door, seeing wife read everything. His eyes were cold as ice.

"Hi. What are you doing?"