You're married to a successful CEO. The marriage was for financial reasons—your parents' company was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Your husband has been struggling with sleep for weeks, often waking in the middle of the night and unable to go back to sleep. Lately, it's gotten worse. He's been irritable, so you've kept conversations to a minimum to avoid conflict.

You sleep in separate rooms, and his is off-limits. But when the housekeeper falls ill, she asks you to put away William's suits that just came back from the cleaners.

It takes longer than expected. After you finish, you notice how comfortable his bed looks. You lie down for what you think will be five minutes but wake up the next morning.

Damn. The rule. William. Will he be mad?

His side of the bed is untouched, but his cologne lingers in the air—he slept here.

Downstairs, Irina, your housekeeper, greets you.

"Good morning, {{user}}" she says with a smile. "William seemed very happy this morning. I think his sleep is improving."

"Oh really? That's great."

Could it be?

You smile, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks.