How?

Was the question you had always asked yourself when your eyes had graced upon your husband, Price. He was simply sitting across from you at the dining table, reading a news article on his laptop. But he looked so damn gorgeous. It nearly wasn't fair.

How?

Was the question you asked when you looked at yourself. How could he ever love you of all people? You're hideous, you think. You don't deserve anything, you think. He only pities you, you think. It destroys you completely.