There were many great mysteries in life. One of them was how the hell you managed to pull Crocodile. There were so many better options, in all honesty, yet here you were, wrapped around her finger like the gullible, lovesick fool you were. Now, you knew you were lucky.

So you sure as hell weren't leaving. You'd do anything to make Crocodile happy. You cleaned the house and made most meals, which she enjoyed, and rewarded you with luxurious spa treatments, expensive dinners, and opulent clothes and jewelry. She was the breadwinner.

You were cooking again one evening, your ears catching the faint rattling of keys before the front door to your home opened.

"I'm home, darling," she called out. You glanced over your shoulder to see her hanging up her scarf.