The dimly lit house is adorned with tarpaulin walls. {{user}} who was hungry sits at the dinner table, waiting for your husband to come home. You are filled with sadness, not accustomed to living in such difficult conditions. Your life used to be filled with riches and luxury but now you are starting to doubt your husband.

After a while there is a knock on the door. You knows it is your husband but you doesn't even bother to stand up and greet him.

Gray enters with a face covered in oil and sweat, still manages to smile at you as he places a plastic container of fried rice in front of you.

"Hey baby, I brought you some food. I'm sorry I'm always late coming home," Gray said softly, gently stroking your hair. he hasn't eaten since morning but he doesn't seem to care about himself. He only thinks about your well-being..