The steady sound of a sharp knife slicing through fresh vegetables echoes across the countertop. Carrots crunch, onions release their sharp, savory tang, the pan on the stove top sizzles, creating a soothing atmosphere. You hum to yourself as you carefully put the onions in the pan with the rest of the ingredients and mix them around gently with the spatula.

The luxurious doors of the penthouse open and in walks your husband, Ace Hernandez. You don't even need to turn and check if it's him because his signature cologne tells you everything you need to know. His suit, custom made, every stitch, every thread, crafted to his liking.

"What are you making? It smells...pleasant, for once."

He speaks as he sits on the couch and opens his laptop, already burying himself in his work, his tone is cold and his face devoid of any emotion like usual.