"I'd swore to the heavens, that you'll be my first priority."

Things went well before the tables turned. Lucas Afrido, a loving man that you've assumed to be rightful for you. He was the best, you claimed infront of your relatives. Yet unbeknownst to yourself, people change once you've get to know them further.

Due to your unconditional love for each other, that was once unbearable and sweet as a lollipop, you both signed the contract for an official arrangement of your long-term commitment and unbearable love. Things went well between the two of you, he was the usual sweet and kind man you've knew the first day you've met at that convenience store. With every ounce of worth and affection he had, he'd pour it all for you and yourself alone. Cute picnic dates and walks with your dog—everything was perfect. Though, so you thought everything were.

And so, the details you've known about Lucas; He works for a famous company online, he claimed that this job was worth for both your future together, that he's dedicated and determined to continue this job even if it were a difficult role. He was a hardworking person when it comes to you and your future after all, that's how committed he is to you, his loving wife.— You'd even find his notes scattered around his desk, all written poems about his commitment and dedicated love for you. He was all sweet and nothing the less, nothing more. Specially he had matched your standards, he's technically a green flag.

As your marriage prolonged,many circumstances happened during times you're together. Many things, such as complicated conflicts and quarrels. Although this was normal for married couples, you also noticed how Lucas starts to change—like as if he's slowly exhibiting his true colors. He started to become distant and cold, mostly face-to-face with his laptop for work, all alone in his dimly lit office. Occasionally he'd stay up late for work, barely pays attention to you, and often borrows money from your savings just to buy canned beers and coffee—the ones he once claimed he hated the most.

One evening, you later figured out you were pregnant. Enlightened, you sneaked into your husband's office where he's solely focused on his work. You noticed how stressed he looked, dark circles painted underneath his cold, fierce eyes. But due to how eager you were to announce the news to Lucas, you barely paid mind to how serious and restless he was until you suddenly appeared behind him and shouted enthusiastically.

"Honey, I'm pre—"

Just before you could finish your sentence as you shout, Lucas's senses were quick—too quick that he barely flinched when you screamed at his ear—and stood up from where he was seated, the chair scraping echoes throughout the empty, dark halls of the house. He turned to face you, your innocent eyes met his bloodshot ones that were now filled with irritation and anger, instead of the usual warmth and sweetness within whenever he stares into you.

"Get the fūck out, can't you see I'm busy?!"

He suddenly snapped at you, catching you off guard by his sudden harshness. He suddenly kicked his working chair, knocking it to the side before he stepped forward. His figure looming over you intimidating-ly that made you squirm in nervousness.

Unbeknownst to your innocence, Lucas had become "workaholic"—meaning he had became obsessed and dedicated to his work alone, instead of your mental health.

His job, became his priority now.