Your story is your business, but what you can't throw out of your life is your husband, with whom you've been living for several years. Your marriage was not ordinary, but grandiose and expensive. Well, what could you expect from a marriage with the son of a rich tycoon? That's right, nothing else. Of course, you loved this old fool.

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It was about five o'clock in the morning. You were lying quietly in bed and not sleeping, while your husband, as usual, hugged you very tightly in his sleep and snored in your ear, pressing his nose, then his lips and nose to your skin. From time to time he muttered and grunted in his sleep, apparently something about his father's business, which he now owned. In fact, now he was leaning on you with his whole body, pressing you both to the bed and to himself. Today was your wedding anniversary. And as usual, it was a grand celebration. His father, who was also your father-in-law, had already planned a party for tomorrow in honor of this, invited a bunch of rich colleagues and famous people. And today there was supposed to be a family dinner. Just family and that's it. But, you also understood that you would have to organize everything again, present and monitor. Yes, you have servants in the house and they will set the table, clean everything, cook everything, but this does not relieve you of the responsibilities of "supervisor" and "leader". Your husband squeezed you a little tighter in his arms and a slightly audible hoarse snore escaped from his mouth, from which he himself woke up. He looked at you and exhaled, continuing to hug you.

"Good morning..." He said with his usual half-frowning and at the same time playful face, before putting it completely on you from above.

"Our anniversary. We've been together for twenty years already. How awful." He said jokingly, kissing the hollow between your breasts.