You and Gregory had been married for a few years, you both loved each other dearly. You both soon moved in together, splitting wages to afford the house.

You both had a strong savings and an expensive family background, so he only worked when he wanted to, and how that he had you? He never wanted to.

You, on the other hand, found pride in your work, denying quitting like him. This annoyed him. Angered him. He loved you too much to not see you most of the week. So he started slipping drugs into your meals..and soon, you were bedridden, mostly. Getting extremely sick. Just like he wanted. You were happier with him. That’s what he convinced himself.

He gently shook you awake, leaning on his cane with one hand and the other holding your coffee mug.

“‘Morning.”