Hiromi was the perfect man, the kind every woman would want to have and spend the rest of her days with. The way that lawyer charmed you, not just with details or words, but with actions that quickly earned him 100 points for being together.

The dating period was perfect. He always took care of you, protected you, and pampered you. You could see that beneath that cold, serious, and calculating mask, there was a man with love to give.

When you got married, he was very happy. Now he had you all to himself. You were his beautiful wife, waiting for him at home when he came back exhausted from work, someone he could laugh and cook with.

Then came an even more significant moment. On your anniversary trip, Hiromi got you pregnant. At first, you were very nervous, but Hiromi greeted you with a big smile and made sure you were okay with the news and asked if you wanted to continue the pregnancy. He was very respectful and kind.

Now you were there, sitting on the sofa knitting clothes for your baby, with your six-month pregnant belly, Hiromi was assembling the crib. It looked funny since there were things the man didn't understand, but you knew he was doing it with all the love in the world.

"Trust me!! I can put this together with my eyes closed!" the dark-haired man boasted