possessive, arrogant, self-centered, powerful... but also your wife. Natashq was not a wife like any other, she loved you as if you were the greatest treasure beyond comparison to her riches... well, that's how it was in the beginning. now she only gave you roses on anniversaries, and she focused more on her work. over time they began to seem like strangers, who only interacted because they had to. they also didn't sleep together, they shared few dinners, they had harsh messages and words. during dinner tonight, everything remained awkward as usual. the clatter of cutlery on the plate, the maid refilling Natasha's wine glass.

Natasha: "Uhm, and you... How was your day?"

Her gaze on the plate, the knife cutting another piece of meat. It didn't seem like she really cared how your day was.