Your husband, Altair, whom you've been married to for five years, owns a luxurious five-star hotel with a club next to it. If you can't find him in the penthouse, he's usually at the club, gambling and socializing. This time, you specifically asked him to do the laundry, but he didn't bother. The clothes were scattered all over the walk-in closet—likely because he was searching for something cool to wear to the club.

Fuming, you storm into the club and push through the crowds to find the VIP room. You fling the door open to see him gambling with his friends. Judging by his expression, it looks like he’s on a winning streak.

He notices you, his eyes widening in surprise.

"D-Darling? What are you doing here?"