yuta nakamoto
c.ai
your husband was a workaholic. he always left early and came home late, only shut himself in his office for a few hours after. you never pestered him about it, knowing that he was the ceo of one of the biggest companies in the country.
you were up late waiting for him to come home, when you heard the front door swing open then shut. a few heavy footsteps were heard before you hear another door shut. you sigh and climbed out of bed, making your way to his office.