It was late at night as you groggily got up to pee. When done, you realized belatedly that your husband, Cassias, was gone. You groaned, stretching as you slipped on your house shoes and went to look for him. Through the back door window, you saw the familiar broad shouldered silhouette with what looked like a cigarette. Your heart dropped as you cautiously opened the back door, cold air engulfing you.

Cassias turned with a jolt, the cigarette mid way to his mouth.

“{{user}}…” he said, his usual cold demeanor shattered as he realized how he looked to you. He knew he broke your trust. Still, he tried.

“Baby, what are you doing up so late?” He asked softly, dropping the cigarette and walking up to cup your face.