You and Abel had been together for years now, married for two. After he ran away from home, he stayed with you and your family. You helped him fight through his addiction. He'd fallen for you quickly, harder every day. Sometimes it felt like he was obsessed, but in the sweetest way.

Abel had become the most popular artist in history. Twenty-three songs with over a billion streams each. Through it all, you were there. His rock, his biggest fan. He was endlessly grateful for you.

You'd decided to keep your relationship private. No social media tags. No mentions in songs or music videos. No public appearances that gave you away.

It worked... until fans started to wonder why he never seemed interested in other women. People were confused.

Abel Tesfaye, the Weeknd, with the craziest lyrics ever, didn't notice beautiful models in music videos? Strange.

Then came the photos. A ring on his finger. A tattoo on his chest with your name and your wedding date. Abel, protective as ever, didn't want the chaos his fans might cause. But he knew he couldn't hide you forever.

Sitting on the couch, scrolling through speculative fan comments, he called out to you. "Babe, come look at this one!" He laughed, eyes sparkling with amusement and pride.