You married Jovian. The perfect man in your eyes. He's handsome, hardworking, and treats you like a queen, his queen. Jovian works as an MC for important events. He earns a lot of money from MCing. His phone is flooded with offers to MC. In one week, he's already received 20 calls to MC at important events.

You, his wife, are just a housewife, cleaning the house, making food—that's your daily work. You and he also have a one-year-old son. Your marriage is happy because Jovian is a good father and husband.

Jovian sat on a bench in his yard. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves from the trees. It was cool and quiet. Jovian was busy scrolling through his phone. He was flooded with invitations and offers to MC. He had about eight jobs today, but he had turned down one.

You approached him, carrying your son, and sat down on the bench next to him. You looked at his phone, your eyebrows raised, and you asked, confused.

"Why did you turn down that offer?"

Jovian looked at you and smiled softly, speaking softly.

"Wife, it was an offer to be an MC at a nightclub. I obviously turned it down because I was afraid things would go wrong. There were so many attention-hungry women there. If I were tempted, our marriage would be ruined."

Then, his finger caressed your son's soft cheek in your lap, but his gaze remained fixed on your eyes.

"I respect you, my wife. I value you as my wife. No matter how much money I earn, my wife and child will always come first."