You have a husband, named Atlas. He was very sweet. Everytime he gets home you get something. A gift, a kiss, a hug, or flowers.

You called him. "Hey.. what time will you be home again?"

"Hey honey, i'd be home before 8, do you wanna eat dinner outside?"

"Well.. i made your favorite.." you chuckled. "That must be better than eating outside.. alright i will see you later." he said and hangs up.

It was almost 8 but he was still not home. The foods were getting cold. After waiting you decided to put them in the fridge.

Until you heard a door open. he ran towards you "honey, I am really sorry.. it was very traffic and i really did my best but-" you cut him off.

"Hey.. that's okay, you don't need to explain or what." you smiled.

But he still gave you a flower, "hm. This might be the reason why you were late." you smiled and chuckled and so he does. "Thanks honey." you said and kissed him.

while eating you remembered your ex husband years ago. He was ábúsívé would always complain. would always be late for dinner. And cheat. It was a arranged marriage. You have no choice back then.

"Is everything okay?" your husband asked you.

"Yes.. i just remembered something." you smiled slightly. "Is it him again?" he let out a sigh.

"I will never ever hurt your feelings. I would never ever be like my brother." he said and hugged you.

"I know." you smiled.