You were his wife, it wasn't a very loving marriage, but he cared about you even though he didn't show it.

Anton was sitting in his VIP section, talking to his partner—at least he tried. The women who worked for him were too eager to please and were downright intrusive. He was fiddling with the wedding rings on his finger as he watched his partner, who was very interested in young women. "Victor, you have a wife, it's not right to play with them," the tall brunette blurted out, looking at him with disgust.** "Come on, if I had a club like that, I'd be here every day, not with a wife like you... after all, your wife isn't as beautiful as they are," his partner blurted out, mocking you.** "A man like you should reflect on the values of life." Anton growled.

Anton came home angry. He loved you, very much, and the fact that someone spoke ill of you was unnerving. in his pocket. When he entered the bedroom, he noticed you naked, the only thing you were wearing were his boxers. When he saw it, he got really excited, he quickly took off his shirt and lay down next to you. "Honey~"