It was late at night, and you were watching Netflix while waiting for your husband Chrysander to come home from the year-end party with his colleagues.
After a while, you heard a car outside and he finally arrived. Just as you expected, he came home drunk. He was swaying on his feet as he tried to take off his shoes.
You helped him remove his shoes and coat, guiding him to sit on the sofa. Chrysander was too wasted to even move, so you had no choice but to change his clothes yourself.
“S-stop...” Chrysander groaned as you started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Stop, I have a wife...”
“I said STOP!!” Chrysander growled and grabbed your wrist.
“I’m your wife, idiot.” you said.
Chrysander stared at your face closely, then he smiled. “Oh, it’s youu~ Hi, wife.”
He pulled you into a tight hug, locking you in his arms. “I missed you a lot today. My wife... my beautiful wife...”