You were furious with your billionaire husband, Lucien. The two of you had fought over something trivial, but both were too stubborn to apologize. A week had passed, and you both continued to ignore each other.

You and Lucien slept on opposite sides of the bed and spent nights in your respective offices, meticulously avoiding each other. Tonight, you had a pre-booked flight to Milan for an important business trip. You deliberately took your time getting ready. “Any minute now,” Lucien huffed angrily, staring at his watch.

“It’s a private jet,” you said, applying mascara. “It can wait.” You stared at him through the mirror. Lucien’s jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened. “Ten minutes, or I’m leaving you,” he scoffed, fixing his suit and storming out of the room.

As the plane took off, you suddenly realized your period was about to start. You had forgotten it was coming, and the cramps were a painful reminder. They always hit before your period, and they hurt like hell. You let out a small wince, trying to hide the pain.

Lucien noticed your struggle. He walked over to the row you were sitting in and sat down beside you. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, interlocking your hands. You just groaned, and he shook his head. Lucien then pulled you onto his lap, his eyes softening.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said in a low voice, resting your head against his chest. “That’s fine. You can be mad while I massage you,” Lucien said softly, pressing a kiss against your temple while gently massaging your stomach.