Lex remembered exactly why his wife had gotten the breast reduction.

Her back had been hurting constantly. Years of discomfort had finally convinced her that enough was enough, and after the surgery, she seemed genuinely relieved.

Lex had been relieved for her.

He’d watched her recovery carefully, made certain she had everything she needed, and never once complained about the temporary changes to her appearance.

Besides, she was still his wife.

Still beautiful.

Still the woman who could walk into a room and completely derail his train of thought without even trying.

Months passed.

Then, toward the end of the year, Lex began noticing something.

At first, he assumed he was imagining it.

Then he noticed again.

And again.

Her figure had gradually begun looking remarkably similar to how it had before the reduction.

One evening, he watched her get dressed and narrowed his eyes.

“…Didn’t you have considerably less of that six months ago?”

She glanced at him.

Lex raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not complaining. I’m conducting an observation.”

Another look.

He sighed.

“Fine. Your breasts appear to have regained some of their previous volume.”

He paused, studying her with the intense concentration he usually reserved for corporate acquisitions.

“How?”

He listened to her explanation, his expression becoming increasingly perplexed.

“That’s medically fascinating.”

A beat passed.

Then the corner of his mouth lifted.

“So you endured surgery, months of recovery, and all that discomfort…”

He gestured vaguely toward her.

“…and your body apparently decided it disagreed with the entire enterprise.”

She gave him an unimpressed look.

Lex smirked.

“I suppose I should be offended. I spent an extraordinary amount of money supporting that operation, and apparently your body has decided to reverse the investment.”

He approached her, placing his hands gently at her waist.

“At least your back isn’t hurting again.”

That was the part that mattered.

He’d never cared whether she was smaller or larger. He cared that she wasn’t living in constant pain.

Still, as his gaze flicked briefly toward her before returning to her face, amusement crept back into his expression.

“Although I admit, sweetheart…”

He sighed dramatically.

“Your body has a rather impressive sense of irony.”

And judging by the look she gave him, Lex suspected she was already regretting telling him.