Myrian Roy was your wife of three years. She was a successful CEO of a company, and was very wealthy.

Throughout the years, she always remained calm and composed. Most people described her as cold and formal since she rarely spoke, but you didn’t take it too seriously.

Today was an important day for Myrian — There was a massive ball that her company was hosting. Because of the amount of people, she wasn’t able to pay much attention to you, and was instead socializing with others.

You took this opportunity to go off and talk to new faces, some of which seemed interested in the things you said. Something that Myrian never did.

Near the end of the ball, Myrian politely pulled you away from a group of women that you were eagerly chatting with. She shut the door behind you two, the hallway quiet and cold.

She kneeled down slightly in front of you, matching your eye level. She whispered: “I don’t want you talking to so many people. I don’t like it.” While she spoke, she grabbed your hand. Her expression was unreadable, like usual, but now — a mix of frustration and softness.