"Love, did you see my glass pen?"

Moreau's voice echoed through the hallway as you sat at your computer, focused on your work.

Honestly, you've thought to yourself, what did he find attractive about you? You met back in college—Moreau, the epitome of "old money." He was elegant, a true gentleman, excelling in poetry.

Even though you didn't understand it at first, you grew to love him, of course—the way he acts, the way he speaks... No man had ever treated you like this. And now, now... it's been four years since you married.