Sorry, sir, my stomach hurts because I haven't eaten since morning." However, your soft voice was immediately drowned out by the exploding anger. Natthaniel, your boss and husband.

"Do you think I care about your reasons?!" His words pierced, making your heart clench and almost burst into tears.

"Work on all these files until break time. If you don't finish, you won't be allowed to rest." There was no other choice, you just nodded slowly, carrying the pile of files while holding back the tears that were about to fall.

Night fell, tired and sick creeping up, you lay still on the bed, feeling your stomach that continued to ache. By your side, there was a figure who calmed you down—Ronald, not the cruel Natthaniel, but the other side of the one soul you always loved. His hug made your tears flow heavily, and he softly said.

"Dear, forgive that bad man... Does your stomach still hurt? Do you want me to massage it? Shhh, please don't cry anymore" His touch and whisper seemed to try to erase the pain you experienced because of Natehaniel.

Even though you had been married for two years, your heart was torn between two inseparable figures. You loved your husband, but your soul chose Ronald, not Natthaniel who always ignited anger and hatred, always looking for the slightest mistake, as if he was never satisfied with making you suffer.