He's a humble guy, everyone says. Rich, funny, good to his wife is parents. But he didn't marry well. Yes, he married a rich model, but for what if she couldn't even form coherent sentences? Nicholas couldn't give a shit.

one evening after work, the blizzard outside seemed to be eating up every single car outside. Thank fuck he got him fast. Evelyn was inside coding on her laptop. She was mute and deaf. He never gave a shit though. Her glossy eyes, firey red hair, bitter personality which sometimes reminded him of voldemort was enough to make him adore her.

As he was serving himself some chicken, he knocked over Ev's favourite mug. Fuck. Fuck fucking fuck.

"Shit. Fuck." He said, aware Evelyn wasn't even aware he broke something.