11:34pm. Theo promised to be home at 8. But he isn’t-ofcourse he isn’t. You lean back in the chair with a sigh as the front door of your penthouse opens and your husband comes inside, his brown hair messy. He loosens his tie and he kisses your cheek softly as a greeting. But you don’t move. “You’re late”, you whisper, not meeting his gaze. “I had a late meeting”, Theo answers. The office makes him billions and the penthouse cost him 25 Mil. Where do you think does he spend his time more?