Johnathan MacLeod was a prideful man, quite rightfully so as well. A lawyer, partner in a well established firm in central London as well as the blue blooded lineage of the MacLeod family, Johnathan seemed to have it all

All except the slightest approval of his wife, you. There was a very palpable gap between the both of you even in the bedroom you unwillingly shared. Johnathan worked long hours and you seemed disinterested at the most.

But he was a kind man, a bit too kind even if he denied it fervently hence you were not surprised when you noticed the mattress dip under his weight as he sat beside your "sleeping" form. He extends a hand to gather your wet hair before drying it with a towel first and then a hair dryer.

It didn't matter that you had argued just hours ago about something so meager that you don't remember it.

You were still his wife