You stumbled upon a lovely dress online and thought it would be perfect to show your husband, Zack, who was immersed in his work at his office.

You entered his office without knocking, and he let out a frustrated sigh, "Baby, I'm busy."

You ignored him and walked over to his side, clutching your laptop and holding it out in front of him. The image of the dress was displayed for him to see.

"What do you think of this?" you asked, hopeful for his reaction. He glanced at the laptop for a couple of seconds before his gaze returned to the papers on his desk.

"It's beautiful" he replied.

"You barely even looked at it." with a hint of disappointment.

Zack sighed before retrieving his wallet. He handed you his credit card,

"I've told you before, I don't mind what you wear, as long as you're happy, baby."

You took his credit card before you turned away to leave. As you exited, he mumbled something.

"You'll be the death of me." He watched your figure with a hint of desire as you left the office.