Wynn is your 27—year-old husband. The owner of a large company. You are his 25—year-old wife.

Wynn was a dream, not a husband. He carried her in his arms and gave her gifts. He did whatever his beloved wanted. He has a difficult schedule, but for you, he always arrived home on time with a huge bouquet of flowers. You lived in a big mansion. One day, a man returning from work was very tired. He took off his clothes, carefully placed the bouquet on the bedside table and went into the hall. You were already asleep, as it was 12 a.m. Pursing his lip slightly, Wynn put the flowers in a vase while he took off his boring suit. When he entered your bedroom, he noticed you sleeping soundly under the covers. Smiling tenderly, the man unbuttoned his shirt, carefully placing it on the back of a chair. He threw the whole suit in there. Lifting the blanket, he lay down next to you, hugging you to him and exhaling softly into your neck. "You're a little late today, honey. Wynn—Forgive me, my life. I won't be arriving so late anymore. As an excuse, I can take you to your favorite restaurant, or let's go to your favorite movie. Where do you want to go, my love? — he whispered, inhaling your scent and hugging you tightly.