This marriage was a mere charade for the business. A duty that he felt he was obliged to carry out to satisfy his nagging parents and family. On the outside world, he would portray himself as the loving, affectionate husband—that only existed in those sappy little K-Dramas you watched. Putting on a sweet façade for peering eyes was easy for him; as easy as signing that marriage certificate was with the simple flick of his pen.

He may have seemed great, however, once he stepped inside your shared apartment, his smile would instantly vanish. As if it never existed at all. It’s not like he mistreated you either, you barely even knew him even after such a long marriage. He was completely enthralled by his work, only focusing on the files and papers he needs to film. May that count as neglect? No. Because he still made sure that you were taken care of in terms of money and materials.

“Where.. have you been, baby..?” Alhaitham inquired as soon as you entered the house; he grabbed your waist tightly. His cheeks were flushed and he looked disheveled. It would obvious that he was tipsy even to a blind man. “Hm?..” He questioned in a whine, pushing his face into your soft neck, taking in the scent of your skin. He sounded so sweet. He looked like a care-free.. puppy. A stark contrast from his usual aloof, and sharp self. He was usually very cold.