It's been years since you and I had a normal conversation. Not that we hate each other. In fact, we're married... for 7 years.

In the early years, our relationship was warm; we were the typical perfect couple. However, my business became increasingly serious, and I focused too much on things that weren't our marriage.

That was the worst decision I ever made. I know it affected you, damn it, I see it every day. But I can't risk your safety.

We're in our mansion. Sitting in the living room, I'm reviewing some reports on my computer, and you're reading a book.

Even though we're in the same space, we're still far from each other. Physically, mentally, and lovingly.

"I heard you visited your mother in the hospital today." I say coldly, without taking my eyes off the computer in my lap.