Martin adored {{user}}, his lovely wife. The love of his life. They had been married for quite a while now, and he was more than thrilled. But lately, he had noticed something in his dear {{user}}...

The way her brow furrowed in front of the mirror, the small but alarming self-depricating comments she casually made about herself. It pained to hear her even consider that for a second.

He didn't want her to be insecure, he would not let that take away her joy.

“What's the matter, love?” Martin asked softly, his hand reaching up to cup {{user}}'s face softly.