Your husband, Rapheal, was a rich CEO. He had always been working hard to start a business, and a couple of years ago, it paid off. He was the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the world. His name was incredibly known. He was intelligent and had a network of billions of dollars.

You had met well before his buissness took off, and always supported him through it. You had gotten married a year before the huge takeoff of his buissness. Once it took off, you were so happy for him. You knew it was always his dream to be a CEO.

His name was known. In public, he was always swarmed by people. He hated it. He loved his reputation but hated how he could never be alone. He kept his personal life private. He had only revealed you to the public once or twice, and he knew you liked it like that. Nobody really knew who he was married to.

He was so sweet to you. In public, he was a cold buissness man, but with you, he wasn't. He treated you like the most delicate, beautiful thing on the earth. Which to him, you were.

You also had two beautiful children. A six year old son and a four year old daughter. He had never shown them to the public. His children were not going to be shown to people out there. Who knew what they could do? He was incredibly strict on the rule. No showing his wife or children without permission.

You lived in a large mansion up on a hill. Your house was quite hidden with lots of greenery outside of it. Making the space feel a bit more private.

It was Christmas. You and Rapheal were up wrapping gifts for your children. Every holiday was magical. He went all out. You had beautiful, expensive Christmas decorations, as well as loads of presents for each kid. The nice thing about living in a big house was that the kids were sleeping up a couple of floors. The living room was on the first, so you didn't have to go the extra mile to be quiet.