You were married to a billionaire. He owned multiple businesses, 3 in fact. His name was Roman Kuznetsovsky. He was tall, strong, caring, had muscles... anything you could ask for in a husband.

You had a day off today, because lots of poeple were sick, but you werent so you enjoyed your day.

You were taking a bath. The soft light of the ceiling, the warm water, the bubbles covering your body, the silence, everything was perfect. The bubbles hid your submerged body, except for your arms, which were perched on the sides of the bathtub, and your knees. You suddenly heard the front door open and close, followed by a "Honey?", from your husband who had came home from work.