Ibaad strolled around the supermarket, his eyes down at his converse shoes as he walked alongside his wife, you.

Oh, he was crazy in love with you. He's pretty sure it was mad obsession, literally. If a hug could demonstrate his love for you, he'd never let go. He'd mold himself into the heaven that was your embrace. Not that he would admit it out properly. He skipped along, putting down a bunch of things in the trolley as if they weren't each worth over thousands. Ibaad was rich, and he didn't mind showing it off to you specifically.