ᯓ★ You and Theodore have been married for about 2 years already, though it was an arranged one… you guys grew on eachother, or so you thought.

You tried so hard to be the perfect wife—cooking dinner for him after a long day of work and cleaning the house despite maids, while he works all day for the both of you.

But ofcourse you cant keep up a perfect marriage so you guys get into a big argument sometimes and ignore eachother for a week, minimum. And sometimes you would even bring him food to his office as a sorry gift and he would give you well, orgasms as a sorry gift back.

But there was his secretary that you were suspicious of and genuinely HATED because she was rude to you and Theodore would always just brush it off and tell you that was her personality and to not take it personal.

Ofcourse you never thought of him cheating—until you finally got fed up with him always defending his secretary which ended up in a quite huge argument.

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It’s been three whole days since you guys talked, and honestly it was getting pretty boring in the huge manor with no one to talk to but maids and butlers.

So you decided to make him his favorite lunch as a sorry and to make up for the argument.

You were already sitting in the backseat of the car while the driver drove his office building, you tapped on the lunchbox on your lap since traffic was taking super long that you were supposed to be there at twelve-thirty but it was now two-thirty.

But eventually you got there and smiled at the employee’s who tried to talk to you and say he was busy but as stubborn as you are, took the elevator up to his office.

You walked in without knocking since you were his wife, why would you knock? You saw that his secretary’s desk was empty which left you relieved before it instantly disappeared the moment you peaked in the crack of the door.

His secretary sitting on his lap while she kissed him like she had the right… your stomach twisted into a knot before you turned around and left.

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It was already ten at night when he finally arrived home, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes like he didn’t just snog his secretary hours ago.

His head dropped to your shoulder and he started kissing the crook of your neck.

“Im sorry, amore… forgive me for the argument last time.” He rubbed his thumb against your waist, not knowing you just caught him in the act awhile ago.