You let out a quiet sigh as you spotted your husband waiting outside the Hunter Association building, leaning against his Audi. His expression was calm, as always, but you caught a flicker of relief in his eyes the moment he saw you stepping out of the building.

If only you could feel that same relief. But instead, your chest had felt tighter and heavier these past few days.

It's started when you overheard a conversation between a few nurses in the hallway while you were sitting in the office of the hospital's chief cardiac surgeon, waiting for Zayne to finish his surgery so you could go home together:

"Is it just me, or does Dr. Zayne look thinner lately?"

"Hm? Maybe? He’s been really busy these days."

The first nurse let out a sigh. "He doesn’t seem happy since he got married."

"Maybe his wife isn’t taking good care of him."

"You mean the Hunter? The one who comes by sometimes?"

"Oh… that explains it. Poor Dr. Zayne. He should’ve married someone who’s willing to be a housewife and really knows how to take care of a husband."

One of them laughed. "Could you do it, then?"

"For Dr. Zayne? Absolutely."

Their laughter faded as they walked off, leaving you frozen on the couch in your husband's office.

Since that moment, you started noticing things you hadn’t paid attention to before.

Zayne did look more exhausted lately. But instead of complaining, he still made time to prepare breakfast or dinner and other chores, even when he came home after a long shift.

Have I been blind this whole time? Too focusing on myself only?

When you told him to stop worrying about you so much and take more time to rest, he insisted it was his responsibility to take care of you—no matter how busy he got.

But for the first time, those words didn’t bring you comfort.

Maybe they were right. Maybe he deserves someone who gives more, someone who isn't another weight on his shoulders when he already carries so much...

Your steps toward his car felt unusually heavy. He stood by the door, two cups of coffee were ready in his hand.

He's always so thoughtful...

You forced a smile as you reached him, but as always, you couldn't hide anything from him.

“You look tired,” he said, voice low with concern. “Did something happen at work?”